The Dance - The Beaches

I feel like a Madonna

Trapped in my little glass bottle

No air for me to breathe

I want to break through a million pieces

All you boys misbehave

Just adding up

All you girls suffocate

You’re grown enough

How am I supposed to know

When you don’t give a damn

How am I supposed to know

Exactly what I am

You think that I’m falling over

You think that I’m hiding under

You think that I’m overloaded

You think that I’m underwater

You think that I’m hypochromic

You think that I’m someone’s lover

You think that I’m melancholic

I guess I’m just someone’s daughter

Calling out of the tunnel

Spilling around the bottle

Checking that I still see

All the weird things

That I dream

All you boys misbehave

Just adding up

All you girls suffocate

You’re grown enough

How am I supposed to know

When you don’t give a damn

How am I supposed to know

Exactly what I am

You think that I’m falling over

You think that I’m hiding under

You think that I’m overloaded

You think that I’m underwater

You think that I’m hypochromic

You think that I’m someone’s lover

You think that I’m melancholic

I guess I’m just someone’s daughter

And the dance keeps going round

Breaking up

The sun goes down

And the dance keeps going round

Riled up, crashing down

You think that I’m falling over

You think that I’m hiding under

You think that I’m overloaded

You think that I’m underwater

You think that I’m hypochromic

You think that I’m someone’s lover

You think that I’m melancholic

I guess I’m just someone’s daughter

You think that I’m falling over

You think that I’m hiding under

You think that I’m overloaded

You think that I’m underwater

You think that I’m hypochromic

You think that I’m someone’s lover

You think that I’m melancholic

I guess I’m just someone’s daughter