I can't believe that I'm writing this down and
I can't believe I've got you in a song
I don't want to be anyone
Stole a magazine from a Laundromat
The posters in the back they were breaking my back
And all I wanted was a bench to rest my weary legs
I sighed in high degree I had done my best
I'll get my operation on the NHS
Will it cure my blushes, will it bring out my best
Cuz someone said was a woman pretending to be a girl
And I will make no comments, yes I'll hide my love
Things can go on, when is it going to stop
You casually walk back to your inn tonight
Take the flight of stairs, softly dim the light
Fantasize 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 hiding around