Private Life - Oingo Boingo

This is my private life

I’ve got no friends to fear

I’ve got no problems, no cross to bear

If you can find me

Come and get me out of here

This is my private place

Everything is neat and clean

The skeletons are hidden in the closet

This is my private place

Come and get me out of here

This is my private life

This is my private life

This is my private life…

These are my private things

There they are against the wall

The dirty pictures, religious objects

These are my private things

Come and get them out of here

This is my private bed

This is where I lie at night

Staring at a light bulb hanging on the ceiling

Waiting for a dream to

Come and get me out of here

Here in my humble room at night

I often wonder what goes on out there

What makes them run so scared

I often stare at the people passing by

But they can’t see me through my window shades

Just like I’m not even there

This is my private life

This is my private life

This is my private life

There’s something dangerous I like

This is my private life

I know my problems aren’t your fault

What I really want to know:

Has it always been this way?

This is my private life

This is my private life

This is my private life

Come and get me out of here