She is happy when she is all alone
She's
not that hyperactive
No, she don't need
the phone tonight
No, she'd rather stay
inside
How she worries, just like
the most of us
About something real stupid
And when it really gets her down
You
don't see her much around
How can I hope
I'll get ready to cope with the world
I'm
having trouble just believing one day this world
will be gone
So what's the good about
achieving
She is happy when she is
left alone
She's way to independent, no
she don't need to see the light
She is
high as a satellite
How can I hope
I get ready to cope with the world
I'm
having trouble just believing one day this world
will be gone
So what's the good about
achieving, believing