Texty: Franklin Delano. All My Senses Are Senseless Today. Hello.

you little girl, pretty girl
you're still dreamin'of him
you feel like tremblin'inside
when he comes back to your mind
you say you don't love him, not anymore
you say you forgot him, of course he's gone
but when it's time, the quiet night comes
and you can't avoid it

he knocks at your door
again you can hear it
you shake and fold up in your sheets
but your hand's just unlockin'it
hello

you little girl, pretty girl
after all it might be better
after all it's your freedom again
no you don't need a fake shelter