A nother day to liv e
A nother way to g o
N obody's in this roo m
N obody's here for n ow
W ake up early
I know it's too late
T oo late for the para de
L ook at my feet
M oving slowly
I 'm afraid it's ov er
N aked a bit sleep y
I n my single roo m
I open the doo r
C all up call up the lif t
I wi sh I wa s i n th e...
S ometimes I feel my ski n
S ometimes I hear a voi ce
" please try to be friendl y "
B ut I'm too old insi de
I 'm so jealous
B ut proud to be
A n ordinary gir l
I 'd like to talk
B ut you know I hate
A ll ordinary wor ds
- - - ( repe at twice)
N aked a bit slee py
I n my single roo m
I open the do or
A nd call up call up the li ft
I wis h I w as i n th e...