Ella Fitzgerald - Imagine My Frustration lyrics

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 over my way So awfully sad Dissatisfied And hurt so bad I almost cried Imagine my frustration With no invitation to dance Head high, standing tall Who else, who else could I be? But Ella, the woman and above Who likes what they see? And then in my ear Someone said to me Wallflower, my dear How come you cannot see They couldn't care less They're not impressed As you might guessed You're in excess Imagine my frustration With no invitation to dance I smiled to the crowd Tip toe and alert Yes the band blues went loud But next on a flirt A voice said to me Wallflower, my dear You're sweet as can be But how come you're here They couldn't care less About your dress You're in a mess And in excess Imagine my frustration With no invitation to dance