Young Girl Blues 歌词

It's Saturday night It feels like a Sunday in some ways If you had any sense You'd maybe go 'way for a few days Be that as it may You can only say you were lonely You are but a young girl Working your way through the phonies Coffee on, milk gone Such a sad light unfading Yourself you touch But not too much You hear it's degrading The flowers on your stockings Wilting away in the midnight The book you are reading Is one man's opinion of moonlight Your skin is so white You'd like maybe to go to bed soon Just closing your eyes If you're to rise up before noon High heels, car wheels All the losers are grooving Your dream, strange scene Images are moving Your friends they are making A pop star or two every evening You know that scene backwards They can't see the patterns they're weaving Your friends they're all models But you soon got over that one You sit in your one room A little brought down in London Cafe on, milk gone Such a sad light unfading Yourself you touch But not too much You've heard it's degrading A Saturday night It feels like a Sunday in some ways If you had any sense You'd maybe go away for a few days Be that as it may You can only say you were lonely You are but a young girl And you're working your way through the phonies