Robert Forster. Girl To A World. Zeneszám

Girl to a girl to a girl to a girl to a girl
Girl in a whirl goes back to a girl and a whirl
Wanting to know what gives, I want to know how the other half lives
Girl to a girl to a girl to a girl to a world

To the smile on the corner of her lips
To the bones at the edge of her hips
To the way that she moves and she sits
Everything's at stake

A line to a line of thought in the time of a girl
The curls on the girls that wear pearls are a scandalous thing
Wanting to know how she spins, I got a feeling of needles and pins
Girl to a girl to a girl to a girl to a world

Her boots are covered with mud
Her clothes are spotted with blood
There's a diamond ring under her glove
Everything's at stake

Girl to a girl to a girl to a girl to a girl
There's a line of matching boys marching through the world
I want her next summer and spring
She says "your want's on everything"
Girl to a girl to a girl to a girl to a world

She wants to be alone
She'll call me from a country phone
Pick me up in a car that she owns
Everything's at stake

Yes, everything's at stake
And I know you
You know me
I know you and you, you know me, girl