Thumping bass and laughter and a pint of something clear
Conversation's rolling like a cinderblock
Same familiar feeling that I'm unfamiliar here
Friends and strangers growing stranger still

Mickey in the corner, smiling looking down
Lost in his own fog, he brought it with him
Wonders what he's doing in this tired little town
Struggles for the right words to begin

Look at me, Won't you turn your eyes my way
Look at me, I have something more to say
Look at me, I like myself this way
Ok? Ok?

Guy from California with the pierces in his ear
Scanning for a break in conversation
So have you been to Paris, hey, pass that over here
Oblivious to anyone's reaction

Look at me, With so much I have to say
Look at me, I've been practicing all day
Look at me, But don't look at me that way
Ok? Ok?

Laura in the bright green dress with the abelone eyes
Curls a twist of hair around her finger
As the gathering grows weary, she watches the goodbyes
While the Beatles sing she loves you yeah, yeah, yeah

Look at me, You don't have to walk away
Look at me, Don't take this the wrong way
Look at me, Would you like for me to stay
Ok? Ok?

I don't know why I feel the need for everyone to like me
Talking big because I'm feeling small
It makes no difference at all


Look at me , Look at me another way
Look at me, What you'll see is hard to say
Look at me, just tell me I'm ok, ok ok