| I’m sorry if I seem uninterested | 
| Or I’m not listenin', or I’m indifferent | 
| Truly I ain’t got no business here | 
| But since my friends are here, I just came to kick it | 
| But really I would rather be at home all by myself | 
| Not in this room with people who don’t even care about my well-being | 
| I don’t dance, don’t ask | 
| I don’t need a boyfriend | 
| So you can go back | 
| Please enjoy your party, I’ll be here | 
| Somewhere in the corner under clouds of marijuana | 
| With this boy who’s hollering I can hardly hear | 
| Over this music I don’t listen to, and I don’t wanna get with you | 
| So tell my friends that I’ll be over here | 
| Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here | 
| Oh, I ask myself, what am I doin' here? | 
| Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here | 
| And I can’t wait 'til we can break up outta here | 
| Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this | 
| An anti-social pessimist, but usually I don’t mess with this | 
| And I know you mean only the best | 
| And your intentions aren’t to bother me | 
| But honestly I’d rather be somewhere with my people | 
| We can kick it and just listen to some music with a message, like we usually do | 
| And we’ll discuss our big dreams | 
| How we plan to take over the planet | 
| So pardon my manners | 
| I hope you’ll understand that I’ll be her | 
| Not there in the kitchen with the girl who’s always gossiping about her friends | 
| So tell them I’ll be here | 
| Right next to the boy who’s throwin' up 'cause he can’t take what’s in his cup | 
| no more | 
| Oh, God, why am I here? | 
| Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here | 
| Oh, I ask myself, what am I doin' here? | 
| Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here | 
| And I can’t wait 'til we can break up outta here | 
| Hours later, congregatin' next to the refrigerator | 
| Some girl talkin' 'bout her haters, she ain’t got none | 
| How did it ever come to this? | 
| I shoulda never come to this | 
| So holla at me, I’ll be in the car when you’re done | 
| I’m stand-offish | 
| Don’t want what you’re offerin' | 
| And I’m done talkin' | 
| Awfully sad it had to be that way | 
| So tell my people when they’re ready that I’m ready | 
| And I’m standin' at the TV with my beanie low | 
| Yo, I’ll be over here | 
| Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here | 
| Ask myself, what am I doin' here? | 
| Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here | 
| Hmm | 
| Oh-oh-oh here, here | 
| Hmm | 
| Here, here | 
| Are we over here? |