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