Texty: Tim Buckley. Aren't You The Girl.

Aren't you the girl who used to call me names?
Aren't you the girl who used to play at games?
Weren't you the one who said she'd never fall?
Now you're the one who's cryin' not so tall.

Yes you're the one,
Shall I throw you a crumb?
Shall I come and pass you by?
Would that make you want-a try?
Shall I come and kiss your lips?
Would that make your rain slip?
Shall I come and dry your eyes?
Will that make you realize?

Oh I know what it's like.
It's happened many times to me.
Oh do you ache inside,
Do your eyes want-a cry?
Do you want me back again?

Aren't you the girl who used to call me names?
Aren't you the girl who used to play at games?
Weren't you the one who used to run and hide?
Now you're the one who's cryin' way inside.

Oh I know what it's like.
It's happened many times to me.
Oh do you ache inside,
Do your eyes want-a cry?
Do you want me back again?