Miss Y

I feel like a substitute, 
Sitting on the sideline,
Clicking every single finger,
Waiting for the right time.

I feel like a substitute, 
Sitting pretty in my prime,
I’m about to play the game,
Guess I’m running out of time.

Drop your knees to the floor,
Hands to the sky.
Give a round of applause for,
The great Miss Y.

I walked all night ‘round in the dark,
Just to be standing here.
Only to feel like nobody, 
I’m Miss Y am I here?

I walked all night ‘round in the dark,
Just to be standing here.
Only to feel like nobody, 
I’m Miss Y am I here?

And the lights make me stronger,
The longer that you have to wait,
For the honour, the honour to be great.

Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh, 
Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh, 
Oh-oh oh, oh.

I feel like I’m stuck inside a race,
Feel like I’m catching up,
Oh Marina! What a shame!
You didn’t make the upper cut. 

I feel like I’m stuck inside a race,
Feel like I’m catching up,
Oh Marina, we’re so sorry,
But you didn’t make the cut. 

Drop your knees to the floor,
Hands to the sky.
Give a round of applause for,
The great Miss Y.

I walked all night ‘round in the dark,
Just to be standing here.
Only to feel like nobody, 
I’m Miss Y am I here?

I walked all night ‘round in the dark,
Just to be standing here.
Only to feel like nobody, 
I’m Miss Y am I here? 

And the lights make me stronger,
The longer that you have to wait,
For the honour, the honour to be great.

Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh, 
Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh, 
Oh-oh oh, oh.