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 down over my way Awfuly so sad Dissatisfied I hurt so bad I almost cried Imagine my frustration with no Invitation to dance Sat down by the wall Who else can I be? But Ella, next to the wall, Who likes what she sees?- And a voice said to me Wallflower, my dear, How come, how come you can't see You're not wanted here You don't impress You're just a mess You're in excess I need a man Imagine my frustration with no Invitation to dance I smiled to the crowd -Tip toe and alert- The band blues went loud But next on a flirt A voice said to me Wallflower, my dear How come you can't see You're not wanted here You're in a mess And in excess About your dress I must confess Imagine my frustration with no Invitation to dance