Lydia Loveless Follow

Well when I came here tonight, I thought that it would be a pretty good show
But when I saw the crowd 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 straining 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 sucks
And for some inexplicable reason you thought 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