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