Here it goes
She dips low
Under the covers
Of youth under fire
Passion fueled by desire
Burn your dreams
hot knives on the stove
Nothing in the refrigerator
A memo to call mom later
The stains on your carpet
Your love waits in the market
The one you'll never meet
Because you were too busy
Tweaking on the street
Oh the bitter sweet irony
Of your fathers words
Just another wild girl
With wanderlust
Wandering from day to day
Lust for a man who pays
Lost in sea of her own tears
She fades with the sun
Month after month
Year after year
Another chain reaction daughter
Who grew up without a father
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
Here it goes
She dips low
Under the covers
Of youth under fire
Passion fueled by desire
Burn your dreams
hot knives on the stove
Nothing in the refrigerator
A memo to call mom later
The stains on your carpet
Your love waits in the market
The one you'll never meet
Because you were too busy
Tweaking on the street
Oh the bitter sweet irony
Of your fathers words
Just another wild girl
With wanderlust
Wandering from day to day
Lust for a man who pays
Lost in sea of her own tears
She fades with the sun
Month after month
Year after year
Another chain reaction daughter
Who grew up without a father
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