Distillers - Young Girl Lyrics
We were young girls, in a small worldI'm on your doorstep againRinging your bell again, ringing your bell againI'm sorry Gerti Rouge, all that you're throughLooking for love that never stabbed your heartAnd probably never willIt's a lie when you are telling the truthIt's the truth when you are selling a lieSpread your legs, then get town on your kneesAnd pray it never happens againWell here I am, on your doorstep againI let the winds of time pass through my lifeMaybe there's an endWho the ***** protects you?Who the ***** is going to resurrect you?It's a sorrowed truth, the truth is not a lieCome on up babyDon't go and burn in the fire