I admit as a ballerina
That I'm gonna try and enjoy parties.
But my manager said that we have to stay here, in this pity party.
People look at me
And say, "That girl has some heckofsome hair."
But I won't even notice because I love it.
Like I'm Ever Gonna Be a Club Girl
Like I'm Ever Gonna Be making them smile
I'm wrong about this.
Or maybe I am.