Paper
Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2013 2:29 pm
I wrote this as I listened to Youtube:
Татьяна Буланова - "Люблю и скучаю" .
Paper
She wanted money she didn't care how she got it
She did men favours in return for paper
It was where she started, not where she'd finish
Not this little girl she was natural banker
She paid who she had too, to keep her face intact
Everything else went into get away plan
Russian winters you don't look forward too
When drugs were offered over to her, she ran
Apart from having no morals she was normal
If you had to cut a few throats so be it
Just a little girl making her way through life
Growing up in a care home helps you misfit
music
Apart from having no morals she was normal
If you had to cut a few throats so be it
Just a little girl making her way through life
Growing up in a care home helps you misfit
She wanted money she didn't care how she got it
She did men favours in return for paper
It was where she started, not where she'd finish
Not this little girl she was natural banker
Life for her now wasn't any harder than before
chorus
Every morning when light arrived work was over
Go home, wipe make up off, look in mirror
Count out what she'd earned, add it to hiding spot
Then relax, the act for the world, she didn't
need here.
© inga armstrong 2012
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Forged Signature X
Татьяна Буланова - "Люблю и скучаю" .
Paper
She wanted money she didn't care how she got it
She did men favours in return for paper
It was where she started, not where she'd finish
Not this little girl she was natural banker
She paid who she had too, to keep her face intact
Everything else went into get away plan
Russian winters you don't look forward too
When drugs were offered over to her, she ran
Apart from having no morals she was normal
If you had to cut a few throats so be it
Just a little girl making her way through life
Growing up in a care home helps you misfit
music
Apart from having no morals she was normal
If you had to cut a few throats so be it
Just a little girl making her way through life
Growing up in a care home helps you misfit
She wanted money she didn't care how she got it
She did men favours in return for paper
It was where she started, not where she'd finish
Not this little girl she was natural banker
Life for her now wasn't any harder than before
chorus
Every morning when light arrived work was over
Go home, wipe make up off, look in mirror
Count out what she'd earned, add it to hiding spot
Then relax, the act for the world, she didn't
need here.
© inga armstrong 2012
----------------------------
Forged Signature X