Why I don't

This one is like
nobody you've ever met,
She is not like you.
The music she likes is music
you've never heard of,
The books she likes are books
you've never read.

She goes to parties
and talks to nobody
seeing everybody talking,
Or holds forth on topics
til there are no topics left.

Her hair was wild until everybody's was,
then hers was wilder;
shorter the year they were wearing it short;
she's paying attention
to ensure she never fits.

She has nothing in common with you.
Nothing at all, to be sure, to be sure.
This girl is a bore.