Girl Lyrics - Neuro - Anna Aaron

I'm not here for the talking toy no 

the lovesick girl and the jealous boy no 

I'm just working on my own surface 

don't you too just want a piece 

that you can call yours 

I'm just working on my own surface 

don't you too just want a piace that you can call yours 

don't care for daisies don't care for roses 

go put your good sword where your own throat is 

or so 

holding it down till it's cold 

I have a name for it Lord 

if they think they've wept like my soul 

they ain't seen the girl on my road 

while we're spinnning on shiny surface 

I think of you as they dance in circles 

with tears and stories to make it holy 

we think of money, of love, death, glory 

or so 

holding it down till it's cold 

I have a name for it Lord 

if they think they've wept like my soul 

they ain't seen the girl on my road