I wonder when do the bells ring for me When someone tugs a heart-string for me When does it come my time? When does the poem rhyme? When do the songs they sing, sing for me? To those who say "Hey, wake up and feel life". I say, "I'm ready, just show me the way." Show me those arms that say, "Welcome to real life." And we'll stay, we'll stay How many parties more can I run to? How many little loves can there be? For it's all a bore Forget it, I want more I want someone who wants more of me Like making promises, good in the daylight The thing is here I am, where is she? When is it my turn? When is it my dance? When do the bells ring for me?