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