It`s been a day or two now since you`ve been gone,
But Baby, don`t worry, I`m slowly moving on;
I`ve got my heart safety-pinned onto my sleeve,
And I`m still so young, still so damn naive.
I`ve got my 'getting over you' pants on and I`m proud;
I`m single and alive - I`ll wear that label and shout it loud.
Testosterone boys never looked so good to me,
And my harlequins jumping, how could this be?
I`m awaiting in the middle of the dance floor,
For a Prince Charming that I`ve never met before,
One who won`t be afraid to take me by the hand;
And carry me far away into his promise land.
With a synthetic smile I`ll tell him I`m in love,
Write you a letter of all the things you`re scared of;
`Cuz while you`re out chasing every girl in sight,
I`m in another`s arms, dancing in the moonlight;
And while he`s whispering sweet nothings in my ear,
I`m happy to say it: I`m no longer wishing you were here.
