She doesn't have a lot of friends She never leaves a name She says she'll get there in the end But for now it's just the same
My lover ain't like other girls That folks are proud to meet She's not in church on sundays She walks the street
They say that only money Can make this creature smile And whatever she may give you Is rented for a while
My lover ain't like other girls That folks are proud to meet She's not in church on sundays She walks the street
She's analysed in magazines They say her greed will make her die She's criticized by most it seems Especially those whom she's seen cry
My lover ain't like other girls That folks are proud to meet She's not in church on sundays She walks the street
When city dawn is breaking She comes home silently And though it's sleep I'm faking She just laughs at me And she comes to me so softly Starling with a broken wing And she speaks her love in silence She's a gentle thing
My lover ain't like other girls That folks are proud to meet She's not in church on sundays She walks the street