This little girl ….she didn’t go to market
This little girl…she just stayed home
This little girl….she had no roast beef
This little girl…she had none at all.
For this little girl…..life’s unfair
For her…everyday is a scare
For no one cared and no one shared
And her soul is crushed till the very end.
The brown eyes that promised to love her to death
Has found someone else and left her heart for dead
From the warmth of some cold winter snow
Now even summer has no glow.
This little girl….she’s chasing her soul
Trying to ask if there’s some sense to it all
This little girl….she only wants to be loved
And yes…after all, unconditionally, from above!
16 mar 2007
This little girl…she just stayed home
This little girl….she had no roast beef
This little girl…she had none at all.
For this little girl…..life’s unfair
For her…everyday is a scare
For no one cared and no one shared
And her soul is crushed till the very end.
The brown eyes that promised to love her to death
Has found someone else and left her heart for dead
From the warmth of some cold winter snow
Now even summer has no glow.
This little girl….she’s chasing her soul
Trying to ask if there’s some sense to it all
This little girl….she only wants to be loved
And yes…after all, unconditionally, from above!
16 mar 2007
meg havana
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