Wendla:
In the midst of this nothing,
This miss of a life,
Still, there's this one thing--
Just to see you go by. 

Martha:
It's almost like lovin'--
Sad as that is. 

Thea: 
May not be cool,
But it's so where I live. 

Anna:
It's like I'm your lover--
Or more like your ghost. 
I spend the day wondering
What you do, where you go. 

Thea:
I try and just kick it,
But then, what can I do?
We've all got our junk,
And my junk is you. 

Girls:
See us, winter walkin'--
After a storm. 
It's chill in the wind--
But it's warm in your arms. 
We stop all snow blind--
May not be true. 
But we've all got our junk,
And my junk is you. 

Georg:
Well, you'll have to excuse me,
I know it's so off, 
I love when you do
Stuff that's rude and so wrong. 

Hanschen:
I go up to my room,
Turn the stereo on,
Shoot up some you
In the You of some song. 

Thea:
I lie back just driftin'
And play out these scenes.
I ride on the rush--
All the hopes, all the dreams... 

Anna:
I May be neglectin'
The things I should do. 
We've all got our junk,
And my junk is you. 

All:
See we still keep talkin'--
After you're gone. 
You still with me then--
Feels so good in my arms. 
They say you go blind--
Maybe it's true. 
But we've all got our junk,
And my junk is you. 

It's like we stop time.
What can I do? 
We've all got our junk,
And my junk is you--
My junk is you. 
My junk is you. 
You. You. You.