Does anyone know how it feels
To sacrifice your high ideals?
You’ve been a fool and that’s the truth,
Thinking your heart was bulletproof.Why so sad, little girl?
What you had, little girl
Turned out bad, little girl
Little girl.You don’t need self-help books to know
The proper time for letting go
I couldn’t say the grass is green
But can’t be worse than where you’ve been.Why so sad, little girl?
What you had, little girl
Turned out bad, little girl
Little girl.
Though you tried, little girl,
Something died, little girl,
Wounded pride, little girl,
Little girl.Nobody ever wants to lose
But we don’t get to pick and choose.
Did no-one warn you in advance
You wouldn’t have a second chance?Even so, little girl,
Let it go, little girl
‘cos you’re no little girl
Little girl.
Take it slow, little girl,
And lay low, little girl,
But you’re no little girl,
Little girl
Composição: David Faulkner.
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