Out On The Streets

Watch out young love, it's a useless game…
Who's the lady, who whispers light from lips
Some sign of Aphrodite or grave upon her lips
Don't ask this one for guidance, don't ask for strength or glory
Don't follow her direction, until you have heard her tell a story
But when she dances she spins -?- and fire
You can't maintain defenses when the lady plays desire
Gone without chances all the glazes and the glances
I'm a boy who tried to follow her to watch as she aspired

She's out, out on the streets
Out on the streets, she talk to everyone she meets
Out on the streets, she's no illusion
She tell me she's right when she knows that she's wrong

But there's a poem, I tried to reconsider on her
The chances of survive as she crucify the years
She says living is a hoats that no one has the answer
So she spits at love and drags might as much time as she dances

She's out, out on the streets
Out on the streets, she talk to everyone she meets
Out on the streets, she's no illusion
She tell me she's right when she knows that she's wrong
Yeah she'll wrap around town trying so hard to be cool
And once again she moves with the sound
Wow the lady never frowns is she push me away that's alright she's ok
She's out, out on the streets
Out on the streets, she talk to everyone she meets
Out on the streets, she's no illusion
She tell me she's right when she knows that she's wrong
She knows that she's wrong…