Young Girl Blues — текст песни (Marianne Faithfull)

It`s Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways.
If I had any sense I`d maybe go away for a few days.
Be that as it may, I can only say I am lonely,
I am but a young girl, working my way through the phonies.

Coffee on, milk gone, a sad light by fading,
Myself I touch, but not too much, I hear it`s degrading.

The flowers on my stockings are wilting away in the midnight.
The book I am reading is one man`s opinion of moonlight.
My skin is so white, I`d like maybe to go to bed soon,
Closing my eyes, if I`m to rise up before noon.

High heels, car wheels, the losers are grooving.
My dream, strange seem images are moving.

My friends, they are making a pop star or two every evening.
I know that scene backwards, they can`t see the patterns they`re weaving.
My friends they are models but I soon got over that one.
I sit in my one room, a little brought-down in London.

Coffee on, milk gone, a sad light by fading,
Myself I touch, but not too much, I hear it`s degrading.

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