Written by Kim Wilde Fit in, fit in I'm spending nights just dreaming And playing the music loud They're banging on the ceiling They're praying that I'll soon be out I almost thought of leaving Get away from the glares and their unfriendly stares And now I'm all alone And the telephone teases and dares I'll get away from them all (oh oh) So pride comes before a fall But I'm not for giving in Fit in, Fit in They're kicking up a storm in ... Some strange place they know out of town Why won't I go along there It's crazy they're all doing it now But right now it's the last place That I wanna see - It's my way to be free And I'm getting bored Of the way they expect me to be You gotta be, you gotta be I'll get away from them all (oh oh) So pride comes before a fall But I'm not for giving in Fit in, Fit in Fit in, fit in I'm holding on so tightly But I don't want to take any more 'cos what they say just bites me And gets to me down to the core A ring and kids invite me Or a house and a home And a car and a phone And a video Won't they ever leave it alone You gotta ring, you gotta ring I'll get away from them all (oh oh) So pride comes before a fall But I'm not for giving in I won't fit in, fit in I don't fit in, fit in I don't fit in, fit in I don't fit in, fit in Oh no, I don't fit in, fit in