I dress in my Sunday bestI want to look smartJust like the restI know that I'll be put to the testBut I feel funnyWhen you're looking at meI'll get connected I thinkI know I must swim or I sinkThe pressure's onI need to transmitBut I feel funnyWhen you're looking at meOh I feel funny when you look at meBut I need your attentionOh I feel funny when you look at meOh I'm a slave to conventionMy friends are watching all dayA Truman show is all that I can relayOh I'm a star who gets lost in the frayAnd I feel funnyWhen you're looking at meOh I feel funny when you look at me...Why does my world seem so smallI've no one else to blameI think that I can see it allLooking out my window paneMy head is starting to hurtI got a permanent intruder alertYou're watching me stillBehind my backOh I feel funnyWhen you're not even thereOh I feel funnyWhen you look at me...But I need your attention