(...but please don't watch me dancing...)
I won't tell, I won't tell, I won't tell.
I can hide it sufficiently under self-deprecation and colorful banter
No one in my life wants to know these things
And the part of me that needs medication
Goes on and on and on
And the hysteria rises
And no one can (or will)
Say anything to make it stop.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.