What am i doing here?
All dressed up and nowhere to go
So goodness me
I am sitting here
Should have met her an hour ago
So full of misery
Said she’d meet me at half past eight
Thought she was going to be late
Then she called me on the telephone
She said she’s got another, she said she’s got another date
I sit here and ask myself
She said her love was just for me to share
If that was true then what am i doing here?