I canât believe that Iâm writing this downI canât believe Iâve got you in a songI donât want to be a whining girl Iâd rather not be in your worldI stole a magazine from a LaundromatThe posters in the bag they were breaking my backAll I wanted was a bench to rest my weary legsI sat and had a greet, I have done my bestIâll get my operation on the N.H.SWill it cure my blushes will it bring out my best?Some will say I was a woman pretending to be a girlI will make no comment of this Iâve had my fillThis canât go onWhen is it going to stop?You casually walked back to your room tonightTake the flight of stairs and softly dim the lightFantasize about how happy youâd be with a girl tonightI donât want to see you downI donât want to see you hanging aroundI donât want to see you downI donât want to see you hanging aroundby: /dani_fx