Uma ao fim de semana (15)

I don't know why it is you scare me
I don't know why I feel afraid
When you're around I feel uncertain
And lose sight of the plans I made

You've got the nerve to be demanding
When you have nothing to begin
And though you say your door is never
open to the world
I envy those who you let in

Little girl lost
Little girl lost
Little girl lost
Lost little girl

The boys in town could do without you
Your mother's not sure who you are
And in the darkness I will hold you
to your word
The only sound a passing car

Little girl lost
Little girl lost
Little girl lost
Lost little girl

Little girl lost
Little girl lost
Little girl lost
Lost little girl

Little girl

When you run for shelter
Yu don't feel the pain
You don't agree with all the good things
As they are around you

I believe today may be
The first time I've
Regarded you
with more and more
Passing admiration.

Little girl lost
Little girl lost
Little girl lost
Lost little girl

Little Girl Lost, Icicle Works

'Uma ao fim de semana' é a rubrica d'O Quinto Andar da qual consta uma musica que se ajusta, por uma razão ou por outra, ao estado de espírito da minha pessoa nesse momento. Sugestões são bem-vindas (embora sujeitas a apreciação). Podem enviá-las para lp.going.80s@gmail.com.