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