Popularity is a strange thing,
It seems like we are birds on wing;
Trying to be the one with most height,
You blow out my candle to make yours burn bright
"He's a Loner" "She's a nerd"
I tell you it is quite absurd
The way you classify your peers
"They are 'faggots'" "They are 'queers'"
'Cause feelings can be hurt you see,
We're very different, you and me
If only we could all be friends,
Then we would all have happy ends
So maybe someday you will learn
That you shold always show concern
I hope you pay attention to
These final words I have for you:
TREAT ME AS YOU'D HAVE ME TREAT YOU
AND I'LL BE SURE TO DO IT TOO.