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• Artiste: Debbie Gibson
• Titre: Where I Wanna Be
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Talking all the talk that makes me feel strongGoing all the places where smiles greet meCan't get it through my headthat I did nothing wrongIt would be easier if I had myself to blameBut it's pouring rain under my umbrellaCHORUS:I tried walking around,'round these streets by myselfSaid "pretty girl don't look down"But I could look no place elseThe smiles, the bed, the telephoneAnd still I can't make him seeAnd I can't call this life my ownCause I'm not where I want to beGoing out with the girls on a Saturday nightReaching out to strangersso I don't feel deeply movedYeah they're my friends and I like them alrightBut they can't do the things that we used to doSo I've got to say that I miss you babyCHORUSIt's amazing how one little broken heartCan radiate so much painSome guy looked at me and then he turned awaySaw my eyes sayin' I will never fall againDon't look downBut I could look no place elseThe smiles, the bed, the telephoneStill I can't make him seeI can't call my life my ownCause I'm not where I want to beI tried walking around,By myselfSaid "pretty girl don't look down"But I could look no place elseThe smiles, the bed, the telephoneStill I can't make him seeI can't call this life my ownCause I'm not where I want to be'round these streets by myselfSaid "pretty girl don't look down"But I could look no place elseThe smiles, the bed, the telephoneAnd still I can't make him see I can't call this life my own Cause I'm not where I want to beNo, I'm not where I want to beOh noo, no noNo, I'm not where I want to beNo, I'm not where I want to beOh no, I'm not where I want to beNo, I'm not where I want to beNo, I'm not where I want to beNo no, I'm not where I want to beI tried walking around,'round these streets by myselfSaid "pretty girl don't look down"But I could look no place elseThe smiles, the bed, the telephoneAnd still I can't make him seeAnd I can't call this life my ownCause I'm not where I want to be