The Queers
I Can’t Get Invited to the Prom
I never get to do what I wanna do
My brain is fried, and my heart, it's screwed
I'm hurting and it's all because of you
Lemme tell you, nothing's not right, not anymore
My heart is barely ticking, my complexion's poor
I'm hurting and it's all because of you
And oh, I'm sick of crying
Couldn't you give me a chance?
Now oh, I'm sick of crying
Couldn't you give me a chance?
Now couldn't ya?
Couldn't ya?
Couldn't ya give me a chance?
She's hurting me so
A-whoa a-whoa oh oh
It was all that I wanted, too
It was everything, it was me and you
It was everything that I wanted to do
A-whoa oh, I didn't get invited to the prom [x4]
I never get to do what I wanna do
My brain is fried, and my heart, it's screwed
I'm hurting and it's all because of you
Lemme tell you, nothing's not right, not anymore
My heart is barely ticking, my complexion's poor
I'm hurting and it's all because of you
And oh, I'm sick of crying
Couldn't you give me a chance?
Now oh, I'm sick of crying
Couldn't you give me a chance?
Now couldn't ya?
Couldn't ya?
Couldn't ya give me a chance?
She's hurting me so
A-whoa a-whoa oh oh
It was all that I wanted, too
It was everything, it was me and you
It was everything that I wanted to do
A-whoa oh, I didn't get invited to the prom...