thinking over, one, two
what i'm 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 feel like dancing
this light is too bright
don't feel like shining
this room is too small
i have to stand against the wall
and hope that no one sees me
[chorus:]
when everybody's dancing
i don't want to
when everybody's joking
i don't want to
when everybody's laughing
i don't want to
everybody but me
when everybody's drinking
i don't want to
when everybody's smoking
i don't need to
when everybody's fooling
i don't want to
everybody but me
i get the creeps
from all the people in here
i can't breathe
it's too crowded in here
look at me
i don't wanna be seen,
touched, heard, bothered
by the fellas
who got the look in their eye
they wanna take me home
without knowing my name
they wanna put it on
but what they don't know
is that i'm not like the others
[chorus]
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