Текст (слова) песни: Marianne Faithfull - Young Girl Blues
It`s Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways. If I had any sense I`d maybe go away for a few days. Be that as it may, I can only say I am lonely, I am but a young girl, working my way through the phonies.
Coffee on, milk gone, a sad light by fading, Myself I touch, but not too much, I hear it`s degrading.
The flowers on my stockings are wilting away in the midnight. The book I am reading is one man`s opinion of moonlight. My skin is so white, I`d like maybe to go to bed soon, Closing my eyes, if I`m to rise up before noon.
High heels, car wheels, the losers are grooving. My dream, strange seem images are moving.
My friends, they are making a pop star or two every evening. I know that scene backwards, they can`t see the patterns they`re weaving. My friends they are models but I soon got over that one. I sit in my one room, a little brought-down in London.
Coffee on, milk gone, a sad light by fading, Myself I touch, but not too much, I hear it`s degrading.
La la la la la, la la la la la la la la la. La la la la la, la la la la la la la la la. La la la la, la la la la la ...
Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям:
Прямая ссылка на текст песни Young Girl Blues: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/20437.html