Young Girl Blues

A Saturday night
 It feels like a Sunday in some ways
 If you had any sense
 You'd maybe go 'way for a few days
 Be that as it may
 You can't only say you were lonely
 You are but a young girl
 Working your way thru the phoneys
 Café on, milk gone
 Such a sad light unfading
 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 one man'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 all making
 A pop star or two every evening
 And 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
 Café on, milk gone
 Such a sad light unfading
 Yourself you touch
 But not too much
 You've heard it's degrading
 A Saturday night
 It feels like a Sunday in some ways
 If you had any sense
 You'd maybe go 'way for a few days
 Be that as it may
 You can't only say you were lonely
 You are but a young girl
 And you're working your way thru the phoneys