Anna Aaron - Girl lyrics

I'm not here for the talking toy no the lovesick girl and the jealous boy no I'm just working on my own surface don't you too just want a piece that you can call yours I'm just working on my own surface don't you too just want a piace that you can call yours don't care for daisies don't care for roses go put your good sword where your own throat is or so holding it down till it's cold I have a name for it Lord if they think they've wept like my soul they ain't seen the girl on my road while we're spinnning on shiny surface I think of you as they dance in circles with tears and stories to make it holy we think of money, of love, d**h, glory or so holding it down till it's cold I have a name for it Lord if they think they've wept like my soul they ain't seen the girl on my road