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I'm alone in this life.
These old jeans are too tight,
and now I can't pick my feet off the floor.
I try to laugh but I cry; my dignity's undignified.
I guess, I'm really on my own.
Love is like a little boy --no, I'm not paranoid.
But I'm onto you, yeah, yeah.
Well, I'm not 17, and I don't wanna be, so why am I hiding?
Is it too late to call you on the phone, too late to tell you I'm alone?
I wanna wake you from another lonely night.
Is it too late to wonder where you are, too late to hold you in my arms?
'Cause if you're looking for wonderful,
...I'm wonderful.
I'm a very simple girl and I don't fit into this world;
the city lights leave me in a daze --and even though we've yet to meet,
you know what I'm trying to forget.
Some things you can never change.
I'm underneath, I'm underneath.
These old jeans are too tight,
and now I can't pick my feet off the floor.
I try to laugh but I cry; my dignity's undignified.
I guess, I'm really on my own.
Love is like a little boy --no, I'm not paranoid.
But I'm onto you, yeah, yeah.
Well, I'm not 17, and I don't wanna be, so why am I hiding?
Is it too late to call you on the phone, too late to tell you I'm alone?
I wanna wake you from another lonely night.
Is it too late to wonder where you are, too late to hold you in my arms?
'Cause if you're looking for wonderful,
...I'm wonderful.
I'm a very simple girl and I don't fit into this world;
the city lights leave me in a daze --and even though we've yet to meet,
you know what I'm trying to forget.
Some things you can never change.
I'm underneath, I'm underneath.