Words, etc.
March 22, 2009
Believe me, that it’s just a lie
That’s what she tells her friends
cause the real song, the real song
Which she wont even admit to herself
Beat narrow heart, the song lots of people know
It’s a painful song
It’ll only say the truth
It lasts for sad songs
Penny for a wish
A wish wont make you a soldier
A pretty kiss or a pretty face
Can’t have its way
The tramps like us who were born to play
–Lou Reed, Street Hassle
