And we all play our parts,
And when the music starts,
We open up our hearts.
It's all right,
If some things come out wrong,
We'll sing a happy song,
And you can sing along.
Where's there's life,
There's hope, every day's a gift,
Wishes can come true,
Whistle while you work,
So hard all day,
To be like other girls,
To fit in in this glittering world,
Don't give me songs,
Giles: [Spoken]
She needs backup. Anya, Tara...
Buffy: Don't give me songs,
Give me something to sing about, (Anya and Tara dance behind her)
I need something to sing about.
Life's a song,
You don't get to rehearse,
And every single verse,
Can make it that much worse.
Still, my friends don't know why I ignore,
The million things or more,
I should be dancing for,
All the joy, life sends,
Family and friends,
All the choices and bends,
Knowing that it ends,
Well, that depends,
On if they let you go,
On if they know enough to know,
That when you've bowed,
You leave the crowd.
There was no pain.
No fear, no doubt.
Till they pulled me out,
Of Heaven.
So that's my refrain,
I live in Hell,
'Cause I've been expelled,
From Heaven.
I think I was,
In Heaven.
So, give me something to sing about,
Please,
Give me something.
Spike: Life's not a song,
Life isn't bliss,
Life is just this,
It's living,
You'll get along,
The pain that you feel,
You only can heal,
By living,
You have to go one living,
So one of us is living.
