Should I go home still sober or should I buy me another glass of wine

Ooh I stand in the corner
Thinking all I want to what am I to do
Should I go home still sober
Or should I buy me another glass of wine
And forget about time?

But my jeans are too tight
Don't really feel like dancing
No this light is too bright
Don't really feel like shining
No this room is too small
Rather stand against the wall
And hope that no one sees me

When everybody's drinking
I don't want to
When everybody's smoking
I don't need more
When everybody's fooling
I don't want to 
Everybody but me 

I get the creeps from all the people in here
I cannot breathe 
It's too crowded in here 
Don't look at me
I don't wanna be seen
Touched, heard, bothered
By the fellas 
Who got that look in their eye
They wanna take me home
Without knowing my name 
They wanna put me on 
But do they not know
Is that I'm not like the others

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