Show Off

I don't wanna show off no more
I don't wanna sing tunes no more
I don't wanna ride moons no more
I don't wanna show off
I don't wanna wear this no more
I'll play the saucy Swiss Miss no more
I'll blow my signature no more
I don't wanna show off

Don't try to control me
I've made up my mind
And that's it, I quit
I'm leaving it all behind

I don't wanna be cute no more
Make the gentlemen hoot no more
I don't wanna wear fruit no more
I don't wanna show off

She don't wanna show off no more (Not me)
Read her name in the news no more (Page three)
Get the glowing reviews no more (Ah, gee)
I don't wanna

Yodel-ay-dee-ho-dee-day
Yodel-ay-dee-ho-dee-day
Yodel-dee-day, yodel-dee-day
Yodel-ay-dee-yodel-dee
Yodel-ay-dee-yodel-ay-dee
Yodel-yodel-ay-dee-yodel-ay-dee
Yodel-yodel-dee-dee

All in za-
Bang, bang, bang
Oh, oh God
Oh
And rain will make the flowers
Oh

Please, no more attention
I've counted to ten
And I'm through, adieu
You'll never see this
Never see that
Never see these again
Sorry

I don't wanna change keys no more
I don't wanna striptease no more
I don't wanna say cheese no more
I don't care if you scoff
I don't wanna be cheered no more
Praised no more
Grabbed no more
Touched no more
Loved no more
I don't wanna show off

I don't wanna show off

I don't wanna show off
I don't wanna show off no more

I pummeled my brother in the head with a boob pad
Sorry about that, Hunter
Okay
Therapy
Therapy

Oh well
Okay
Did you feel, did you feel the humor?
Okay, yeah
So that song is from a show called The Drowsy Chaperone
Yay