I can t believe that I am writing this down and
I can t believe that I ve got you in a song
I don t want to be a whining girl
Rather not be anyone
I stole a magazine from the laundry mat
The posters in the back
they were breaking my back
And all I wanted was a bench to rest my weary legs
My silent heart agrees I have done my best
I ll get my operation on the N. H. S
But will it cure my blushes will it bring out my past
Cause someone said I was a woman pretending to be a girl
And I will make no comments lest I hide myself
This can t go on
And when is it going to stop
You casually walk back to your room tonight
Take the flight of stairs
Softly dim the light
Fantasies about how happy you d be with a girl tonight
I don t want to see you down
I don t want to see you hanging around
I don t want to see you down
I don t want to see you hanging around
