[That time when that person came running up and you got all excited because someone was rushing over to chat, and then all they said was 'can you hold my keys?']
Left out again and I'm feeling cold. I was standing in line, but perhaps I'm too old. No one picked me, didn't looked at me twice. I was ready to play, I would have been nice. Oh well, their loss, because I pretty great. They won't have as much fun, and that's their fate. I'm going shopping and buying new shoes. See how they like, feeling like old news.
[I'd pick you..swear.]