Cirque d'Amour

All my girlfriends have boyfriends
And they all have boy friends
Who all have girlfriends
Who all hate me

But where are my friends, where are my friends?

All my boy friends have girlfriends
And they all have girl friends
Who all have boyfriends
Who don’t want me

But where are my friends, where are my friends?

I want to stand out
And I want to shout out
I want to know what it’s all about

I want to stand straight
And I want to act straight
I want to find out how to date

Because all my girlfriends have boyfriends
And all my boyfriends have girlfriends
Every one seems to have a friend
Though they won’t stick till the end
And then I’ll have friends again
I can’t wait – when, when, when?

I should shut up now, I think I’m too loud
I am not proud, but I envy them
Though I am jealous I want what’s best for my friends

I want to stand out
And I want to shout out
I want to know what it’s all about

I want to stand straight
And I want to act straight
I want to find out how to date

But I have to wait, wait, wait
Forget about hate, hate, hate
It is never too late

Pinch Me, I Must Be Dreaming

It seems like I’m the only one who makes mistakes
It seems like I’m the only one ever blamed
Somehow everyone else seems so fake
They make me feel like I should be ashamed

Just go and leave me alone
Because that’s what you want
I know

These false accusations
The looks you give me
While passing me by

Would you be happy if I went away?

I can’t stand the critissism
I can’t stand the way you act
Like nothing has happened

And yet you’re still mad at me
You’ve understood me so wrong
You’re making me sad for long

Maybe I should never again say a word?
Maybe I should vanish from this world?

I cause so much trouble
I make people believe I’m a liar
Though I don’t lie
I am honestly shy
And I am sorry for whatever pain I have caused you
And I am sorry for whatever things I’ve made you go through
And I am sorry for the lack of a motive
And I am sorry for my thoughts are pollutive

I don’t feel like explaining why
Now it’s my time to say goodbye

Maybe I should never again say a word?
Maybe I should vanish from this world?

I think that would make you guys glad at heart
Perhaps you would stop calling me a tart
If all goes well you’ll stop tearing me apart

I still don’t feel like explaining why
But I still think it’s my turn to say goodbye
La la la la

Thank you for making me feel bad
Thank you for driving me mad
Thank you for making me sad
Thank you for everything I once had

Now it’s my time to say goodbye