The first time she came she was five
She walked through the door
And jumped out of the window
As far as she can remember no one came
She ran and ran but they stopped her
She was only five
She was just a little girl
She yelled and cried but no one heard
It’s a shame
Is it a shame
I made up the story for you to care
Why don’t you listen
What is the problem
Stories people have are not to tell
When she was twelve she used to walk up and down the main street
She was young she was pretty
Everybody thought she was twenty
Her lips were fake
She wore stilettos and little skirt
She had troubles to stand up
She was stone and all made up
In the lights of the nightclub
She was ready to sell herself in a truck
Is it a shame
I made up the story for you to care
Why don’t you listen
What is the problem
Stories people have are not to tell
As fast as she could she’ grown up and old
Soon too mature to do the job
She stood all alone in the nightclub
Completely drunk
Lonely people are not to blame
I’m pretty sure you’re curious
Why do you care you don’t know her
She’s just part of those we don’t see when they’re just there
Is it a shame
I made up the story for you to care
Why don’t you listen
Can’t you understand
Story people have are not to tell
Why don’t you listen
Can’t you understand
Stories people have are not to tell
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