The Golden Girl – Bambix – letras

Born on a Sunday, she was the golden girlTwinkling eyes, shiny curlsMuch too valuable, so they kept her in a cageTheir own rage reflected on herTell her no secrets, tell her liesHide the world and close her eyesDon’t be sorry, be amusedKeep her world turningWill she ever know the truthAbout her distorted youthWill she ever realizeThat her world is burningOn a Sunday, she was the golden girlTwinkling eyes, shiny curlsMuch too troublesome, so they kept her in a cageIt’s the age, it’s over soonIt’s driving her insaneThis line between love and hateAnd I tried to make them seeThat it was them, not meBorn on a Sunday, she was the golden girlPale blue eyes, dirty curlsSo much weaker now, she couldn’t give no moreDidn’t need to lock the door anymore