| Lyrics: | YOUNG GIRL BLUES
Donovan
It's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some
ways
If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away for a few days
Be that as it may, you can
only say you are lonely
You are but a young girl working your way through
the
phonies
Cafe on, milk gone, such a sad light and fading.
Yourself you touch,
but not too much. You hear it's
degrading.
The flowers on your stockings wilting away
in the midnight
The book you are reading is someone's opinion of moonlight
Your skin is so
white, you'd like maybe to go to bed soon
Just closing your eyes if you're to rise up before
noon
High heels, car wheels, all the losers are groovin'
Your dream, strange scene,
images are movin'
Your friends they are making a pop star or two every evening
You
know that scene backwards, they can't see the patterns
they're weaving
Your friends they're
all models but you soon got over that
one
You sit in your one room a little brought down in
London
Cafe on, milk gone, such a sad light and fading.
Yourself you touch, but not too
much. You hear it's
degrading.
It's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some
ways
If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away for a few days
Be that as it may, you can
only say you are lonely
You are but a young girl working your way through
the
phonies
Transcribed by Stephen
Sander
[email protected]
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Stephen Sander
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