суббота, 26 февраля 2011 г.

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

When everybody's dancing
I don't want to
When everybody's choking
I don't want to
When everybody's laughing
I don't want to
Everybody but me