Ella Fitzgerald Imagine My Frustration
I went down to the dance
Sat down by the wall
Invited to dance
By no one at all
The couples danced fine
So charming an' gay
But nobody wants
Look over my way
So awfully sad
Dissatisfied
And hurt so bad
I almost cried
Imagine my frustration
With no invitation to dance
Head high, standing tall
Who else, who else could I be?
But Ella, the woman and above
Who likes what they see?
And then in my ear
Someone said to me
Wallflower, my dear
How come you cannot see
They couldn't care less
They're not impressed
As you might guessed
You're in excess
Imagine my frustration
With no invitation to dance
I smiled to the crowd
Tip toe and alert
Yes the band blues went loud
But next on a flirt
A voice said to me
Wallflower, my dear
You're sweet as can be
But how come you're here
They couldn't care less
About your dress
You're in a mess
And in excess
Imagine my frustration
With no invitation to dance
