Might As Well, Can’t Dance
If all my anxieties were brought to the head
What satisfaction would I get if I told you?
Would they not only make you also feel blue?
And wouldn’t my worries go home with you in bed?
And if I was to write a book on all the things I’ve done
Wouldn’t it bore you to tears just with the idea of reading it?
Seems that it wouldn’t bring you very much fun
If I did write a book it would be in the library it would sit.
And what if you told me all about yourself
Wouldn’t I pretend to care while I don’t give a damn?
Your problems wouldn’t annoy me as much as to hurt myself
In fact if I was to lose weight, I wouldn’t give you a gram.
So what if you fall in love with me by chance?
I’ll say I love you, might as well, can’t dance.