Buffy:



Life's a show,



And we all play our parts,



And when the music starts,



We open up our hearts.







Its alright if something's come out wrong,



We'll sing a happy song,



And you can sing along.







Where there's life, there hope



Every days a gift,



Wishes can come true,



Whistle while you work,



So hard all day…







To be like other girls,



To fit in, in this glittering world.







Don't give me songs,



Don't give me songs.







Give me something to sing about.







Anya and Tara:



Ah ah ah ahhhhhh







Buffy:



I need something to sing about….







Anya and Tara:



Ah ah ah ahhhhhh







Buffy:



Life's a song,



You don't get to rehearse,



And every single verse,



Can make it that mush worse.







Still my friends,



Don't know why I ignore…



The million things or more,



I should be dancing for.







All the joy,



Life ends.



Family and friends



All the twists and bends,



Knowing that it ends.



Well that depends….







On if they let you go,



On if they know enough to know,



that when u vow,



You leave the crowd.







There was no pain.



No fear, 



No doubt,



Till they pulled me out,



Of heaven.







So that's my refrain,



I live in hell,



Cause I've been expelled from heaven.







I think I was in heaven







So give me something to sing about,



Please, give me something…







Spike:



Life's not a song,



Life isn't bliss



Life is just this,



It's living.







You'll get along,



The pain that you feel



Only can heal,



By living.







You have to go on living,



So one of us is living.