You pretend that you're allright
The worst noise
Is when you are keeping quiet
Seing now the kind of girl
you will dramatise, traumatise
Don't fold your hands, don't hold your tounge
It's just the curse of being a girl
tonight you must hold your head up high
Be aware that you're the purest pearl
Tonight you'll blow reflections back in their eyes
* *hit some of the notes several times.