god help the girl
Sunday, January 4th, 2015(ft. Catherine Ireton)
There is no way I’m looking for a boyfriend
There is no way I’m looking for a scene
I need to save some dough
I’m a working girl you know
I’ll fend attention off
I keep to myself
I love my room, I’m getting used to sleeping
Some nights I really like to lie awake
I hear the midnight birds,
The message in their words,
The dawn will touch me in a way
A boy could never touch
Their promise never meant so much to me
You have been warned, I’m born to be contrary
Backward at school, I wrote from right to left
Teacher never cared for me
Preacher said a prayer for me
God help the girl,
She needs all the help she can get
I sit for hours just waiting for his phone call
I’ll eat the chocolate hidden in the fridge
I’ll play his messages, analyze his intonation
Please stop me there, I’m even boring myself.
I think of him when I’m doing the dishes (doing the dishes, doing the dishes)
I think of him while looking in the sink (in the sink, in the sink)
This ain’t no play on words
My love for him is absurd
If he gave me a sign, I’d think about it for a week
I’d build it up and then I’d turn him down.
You have been warned, I’m born to be contrary
Backward at school, I wrote from right to left
Teacher never cared for me
Preacher said a prayer for me
God help the girl,
She needs all the help she can get