The Dance

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