Queers, The. I Can't Get Invited To The Prom. Zeneszám

I never get to do what I wanna do

My brain is fried and my it's screwed

I'm hurting and it's all because of you

Let me tell ya:

Nothing's not right, not anymore

My heart is barely ticking, my complexion's poor

I'm hurting and it's all because of you

And oh I'm sick of crying, couldn't you give me a chance

Oh, I'm sick of crying, couldn't you give me a chance

Now couldn't ya, couldn't ya, couldn't ya give me a chance





She's hurting me so, awoah awoah oh oh

I was excited, and she undecided

So I didn't get invited to the prom