from in the shadow she calls
and in the shadow she
finds a way finds a way
and in the shadow she CRAWLS
clutching her faded photograph
my IMAGE under her thumb
yes with a message for my heart
yes with a message for my heart

she's been everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own
everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own

and in the doorway they stay
and laugh as violins fill with water
screams from the BLUEBELLS
can't make them go away
we'll i'm not seventeen
but i've cuts on my knees
falling down as the winter
takes one more CHERRY TREE

she's been everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own
everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own

everyone else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own
everyone else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own
everyone else's girl
maybe one day maybe one day
one day she'll be her own
 [bad word] #39; rivers
thread so thin limitation
dreams with the flying pigs
turbid blue and the [bad word] too safe in
their coats anda in their do's yeah
smother in our hearts
a pillow to my dots)

and in the mist there she rides
and castles are burning in my heart
and as i twist i hold tight
and i ride to work
every morning wondering why
"sit in the chair and be good now"
and [bad word] all that they told you
the white coats enter her room
and i'm callin' my baby
callin' my baby callin' my baby callin'
everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own
everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own
everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own