Paid

Well when I came here tonight
I thought that it would be a pretty good show
But when I saw the crack standing outside
I knew that I would rather have been alone
And I had dressed myself on up
Hoping everyone would stare
But when I stood on that pathetic little stage
I knew I didn’t even really care
So tell me why don’t I get paid? Why don’t I get paid?
Why don’t I get paid to be this way?
Somebody made a snide comment
About my personality
And now I’m pretending to be amused
I guess I’m not as drunk as I seem
‘Cause I’ve been speeding for four days now
So don’t even joke around
‘Cause while I appear to be feeling low down
I’m high enough for this entire town
But I don’t know why. Why don’t I get paid?
Why don’t I get paid to behave this way?
I was sitting in the corner for a reason
I just didn’t feel like dealing with you
And in case you didn’t notice
I was perfectly contented in the furthest corner of the room
And I have got a reputation
for looking bored and blue
Honey you know that might be because I wasn’t doing this for fun
But I do what I have to do
Yes I do
Well you might be getting me drunk
But this conversation really sucks
And for some inexplicable reason you think
That we’re going to go home and fuck
Now you say that I’m too uptight.
You said I thought she would be up in my face
But you were just kidding yourself darling
I only say that shit on stage
And I don’t even get paid! Why don’t I get paid?
Why don’t I get paid to feel this way?
Why don’t I get paid? Why don’t I get paid?
Why don’t I get paid? Well, why don’t I get paid?
Uh huh, uhm, Paid to be this way