Written by: Jaime-lee Page

Spontaniously thrust into the spotlight,
Cautiously catering to your delight,
Who's turn to keep me warm tonight...?

Finger pointing whispers surrounded the room,
Far fetched gossip I soon will consume...
Insults directed at me or at least I presume

You held my hand and led me through,
Kept me sheltered from the critical review
I escaped inside my endless thoughts of you

It's not my name in lights I desire,
or to be a lead singer of an orchastrated choir
It was you I wanted all along,
Would you like to dance, they're playing our song....