She’s confused. She’s got a hundred thousand feelings swimming through her head
Stumblin around in her early twenties between cortados and afterparties Nothing but a cool gir, honey. Nothing but a spoiled girl, honey. Big brother, baby sister, cool step mama, cool step father 4 week Paris, and then springtime in New York.
Oh! She needs a saviour. And the saviour can be you Why don’t you save that girl? Lord… Oh! She needs a saviour. Can her hero be you?
She confused, cause for the first time in her life she’s free to do whatever she wants to (Whatever she wants , whatever she wants)
But she does not carry a particular dream She’s not drawn to a particular scene And somewhere inside she’s starting to sence that life should be more than following trends
Oh! She needs a saviour. And the saviour can be you Why don’t you save that girl? Lord… Oh! She needs a saviour. Can her hero be you?
Why don’t you save that girl? You! Why don’t you save that girl? Oh. Can’t someone save that girl?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
