The Golden Girl Songtext

Born on a Sunday, she was the golden girl Twinkling eyes, shiny curls Much too valuable, so they kept her in a cage Their own rage reflected on her Tell her no secrets, tell her lies Hide the world and close her eyes Don?t be sorry, be amused Keep her world turning Will she ever know the truth About her distorted youth Will she ever realize That her world is burning On a Sunday, she was the golden girl Twinkling eyes, shiny curls Much too troublesome, so they kept her in a cage It?s the age, it?s over soon It?s driving her insane This line between love and hate And I tried to make them see That it was them, not me Born on a Sunday, she was the golden girl Pale blue eyes, dirty curls So much weaker now, she couldn?t give no more Didn?t need to lock the door anymore