I dress in my Sunday best I want to look smart Just like the rest I know that I'll be put to the test But I feel funny When you're looking at me
I'll get connected I think I know I must swim or I sink The pressure's on I need to transmit But I feel funny When you're looking at me
Oh I feel funny when you look at me But I need your attention Oh I feel funny when you look at me Oh I'm a slave to convention
My friends are watching all day A Truman show is all that I can relay Oh I'm a star who gets lost in the fray And I feel funny When you're looking at me
Oh I feel funny when you look at me...
Why does my world seem so small I've no one else to blame I think that I can see it all Looking out my window pane
My head is starting to hurt I got a permanent intruder alert You're watching me still Behind my back Oh I feel funny When you're not even there
Oh I feel funny When you look at me... But I need your attention
