Young Girl Blues

It's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways

If I had any sense I'd maybe go away for a few days

Be that as it may, I can only say I am lonely

I am but a young girl, working my way through the phonies

Coffee on, milk gone, a sad light by fading

Myself I touch, but not too much, I hear it's degrading

The flowers on my stockings are wilting away in the midnight

The book I am reading is one man's opinion of moonlight

My skin is so white, I'd like maybe to go to bed soon

Closing my eyes, if I'm to rise up before noon

High heels, car wheels, the losers are grooving

My dream, strange seem images are moving

My friends, they are making a pop star or two every evening

I know that scene backwards, they can't see the patterns they're weaving

My friends they are models but I soon got over that one

I sit in my one room, a little brought-down in London

Coffee on, milk gone, a sad light by fading

Myself I touch, but not too much, I hear it's degrading

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