Текст песни
I see this little girl
She's dressed in black
She's spitting on the stage
And like a stray cat
She arches her back
She leaves the anarchist grave
She's a poet with streetwalking rhymes
They say she's got no shame
And as she screams about some factory
Her eyes burn with Rimbaud's rage
Oh, oh, baby
You've got such a way with words
Such a way with your hair style
There's only one thing you do I don't believe
And that's when you smile
Her T-shirt's ripped with a passion
Her mind's been raped by Rolling Stones
She keeps her weight down by fasting
On Jimmy Morrison's bones
And when she's good
She's a rock dream's witch
With Macbeth on lead guitar
Ooh, just a ballad of a thin girl
I really think she's gonna go far
Oh, oh, baby
You've got such a way with words
Such a way with your hair style
There's only one thing you do I don't believe
And that's when you smile
She really knows how to get to the heart
She writes with a stiletto in mind
She got just a touch of Bonaparte
She's Jack the Ripper's kind
Her wounds are open for the sake of art
She's living right near the edge
I love to see that kind of power
It's getting lonely on this ledge
Oh, oh, baby
You've got such a way with words
Such a way with your hair style
There's only one thing you do I don't believe
And that's when you smile
Oh, oh, baby
You've got such a way with words
Such a way with your hair style
There's only one thing you do I don't believe
And that's when you smile