End Of The Table
I hope that you are everything that you say that you are
But why did you not say anything when I was ignored?
I know that I’m young and a little shy and I don’t sit straight
But I’m a nice girl I want them to know that I’m a nice girl
Why did you ask me to come?
Why did you ask me?
Why did you ask me to come?
Why did you ask me?
All of my friends say “well done” before when I ask them
So tell me you like it when I sing jazz…I like to sing jazz
But why did I ask you to come?
Why did I ask you?
Why did I ask you to come?
Why did I ask you?
I know you’re wanted, I know all this stuff
But don’t let them look at me like I’m not good enough
My body froze it was just my luck
There I was at the end of the table pretending that I could relate to them…
I change all the time but that night I stayed where I belong
I hope you don’t mind that I’m just a girl who likes to write songs
Why did you ask me to come?
Why did you ask me?
Why did you ask me to come?
Why did you ask me?