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 NHS
Will it cure my blushes will it bring on by the past
'Cause someone said I was a woman pretending to be a girl
And I will make no comments as a I hide myself

Things can go wrong
And when is it going to stop
You casually walk back to your inn tonight
Take the flight of stairs
Softly dim the light
Fantasise 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

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): TRACYANNE CAMPBELL