It isn't that I'm grumpy because I haven't eaten anything or because I'm sleepy. Those things may be true, but the real problem is that everyone would rather hang out with their boyfriends than with me. How depressing.
I'd want to marry all of my close friends, And live in a big house together by an angry sea. Am I the devil's marbles don't move on without me Who will be watching my body when I sleep? Who will I believe in?