Thursday, 30 July 2009
what did i manage to wear this day without any nice clothes?
is there anybody going to listen to my story, all about the girl who came to stay. shes the kind of girl you want so much it makes you sorry, but still you dont regret a single day. oh girl, girl. when i think of all the times i tried so hard to leave her, she would turn to me and start to cry. and she promises the earth to me, and i'd believe her, after all this time i dont know why. oh girl, girl. when you says she's looking good, she acts as if its understood she's cool.
was she told when she was young that pain would lead to pleasure?
did she understand it when they said, that a man must break his back to earn his days of leisure? will she still believe it when he's dead? oh girl, girl.
( John Lennon, the Beatles - Girl, Rubber Soul, 1965 )