She’s confused. She’s got a hundred thousand feelings
Swimming through her head
Stumblin around in her early twenties
Between cortados and afterparties
Nothing but a cool gir, honey.
Nothing but a spoiled girl, honey.
Big brother, baby sister, cool step mama, cool step father
4 Week paris,
And then springtime in new york.
Oh! She needs a saviour.
And the saviour can be you
Why don’t you save that girl? Lord…
Oh! She needs a saviour.
Can her hero be you?
She confused, cause for the first time in her life
She’s free to do whatever she wants to
(Whatever she wants, whatever she wants)
But she does not carry a particular dream
She’s not drawn to a particular scene
And somewhere inside she’s starting to sence
That life should be more than following trend
Oh! She needs a saviour. And the saviour can be you
Why don’t you save that girl? Lord…
Oh! She needs a saviour. Can her hero be you?
Why don’t you save that girl?
You! Why don’t you save that girl?
Oh. Can’t someone save that girl?
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