I’m not one of your fabulous friends. I don’t need you to educate me. You don’t want to see hunger or need and I don’t want to tell you I’ve been lonely.
I’m not one of your fabulous finds; I’m the odd one out at the party wearing the same thing that I wore last time, and I don’t have a good vacation story.
Ain’t it good to celebrate the finer things? Ain’t it fine to paint a picture of the rest of us and ain’t it good to never want for anything? Oh, and ain’t that just totally fabulous?
I’m not one of your fabulous friends. I’m not going on the tour of wine country. I’ve got work to do if I’m gonna eat, and I don’t need you to feel sorry for me.
Sometimes at the end of the day I don’t know what I’m gonna do. Seems like there’s just no way that I can make it through and what I need is a friend that I can hold on to. So I turn my face away and I hide it from you, you, ‘cause I’m not, I’m not, I’m not.