Stand-ing in cir-cles Not know-ing my alt-er-e-go No-thing seems to mat-ter but make-up, hear and fash-ion I sit here alone with my wood-en piece of beau-ty and won-der-ing when they'll turn a-round 'Cause when the mus-ic stops chugg-ing and all be-comes clean I reach my pre-sent place-ment and they start hugg-ing. This is not who I am Stand-ing in the cent-re of all atten-tion In the past; by-passed At this mo-ment all is re-versed I love it, there's no better feel-ing 'Cause when the mus-ic stops chugg-ing, thats when all be-comes clear I reach my pre-sent place-ment and they start to chear I keep try-ing to please I was fi-nal-ly at ease I'm cons-tant-ly striv-ing for your ob-ser-va-tion How could i pos-sib-ly've been so stu-pid It was-n't me, in the be-gin-ning they were tor-pid And when the me-lo-dy's o-ver, ques-tions fly: Do you know a-ny o-ther? Choked by ner-vous-ness, blind-ed by pain Try-ing, but fail-ing, it was clear-ly faith Al-though I like a cer-tain style I can al-ways pre-tend that I like a va-rie-ty of styles I keep try-ing to please I was fi-nal-ly at ease _ I'm cons-tant-ly striv-ing for your ob-ser-va-tion I keep try-ing to please I was fi-nal-ly at ease Hey, yeah! I'm cons-tant-ly striv-ing for your ob-ser-va-tion_