Nightingale

There live a girl, oh yes, a girl Head so big with one thing Intoxicated by every full moon She likes the light from the moon's beam Everyday she wanders, oh yes, she wanders Downtown London, where she finds life in the streets She waltzes down alleys, backdoor galleries And practice losing her virginity She stole away, oh yes, she stole away Like a thief in the night she borrows Borrows the innocence of others While lie the rest left in sorrow There live a girl, oh yes, a girl Who possess a trusting wink One quick glance, trapping trance Then she's in the wind before you blink.