Ooh, I stand here in the corner,
thinking over one two.
What am I to do?
Should I go home still sober?
Or should I buy me another glass of wine
and forget about time?

But my jeans are too tight.
- Don't really feel like dancing.
No this light is too bright .
- Don't really feel like shining.
No this room is too small.
- Rather stand against the wall
and hope that no one sees me...

When everybody's dancing, I don't want to.
When everybody's toying, I don't want to.
When everybody's laughing, I don't want to.
Everybody but me.

When everybody's drinking, I don't want to.
When everybody's using, I don't need more.
When everybody's floating, I don't want to.
Everybody but me, yeah.

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 the look in their eye.
They want to take me home,
without knowing my name.
They wanna put it 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 toying, I don't want to.
When everybody's laughing, I don't want to.
Everybody but me.

When everybody's drinking, I don't want to.
When everybody's using, I don't need more.
When everybody's floating, I don't want to.
Everybody but me, yeah.