I Didn't Get Invited to the Prom - The Queers

I never get to do what I want to do

My brain is fried and my heart is screwed

I’m hurting and it’s all because of you

Let me tell ya:

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

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, awoah awoah 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

I didn’t get invited to the prom

-repeat first verse-

She’s hurting me so, awoah awaoh oh oh

I was so excited, and she was undecided

So I didn’t get invited to the prom