I suppose that I should count my blessings

For a young thing my world is not too bad

Got a window a place with a pillow

And a friend or two

But ever since I saw his face that morning

Nothing else has got the same summer sheen

Will he notice my eyes have got so lonely

He may not be the one

But I want him for my own and I know

I am not good at not getting what I want

I am not good at not getting what I want

Maybe I sound like a spoilt baby

But I know that there are some who have it all

I want to join them to feel that glow around me

I want him more each day

Cos he never looks my way and I know

I am not good at not getting what I want

I am not good at not getting what I want

If we ever found ourselves together

I can promise I will love you every day

But I've a feeling seeing is believing

You never look my way

So I want you more than I can say

I am not good at not getting what I want

I am not good at not getting what I want

I am not good at not getting what I want

I am not good at not getting what I want