Thursday evening the sun was setting a sweet thing running alone wild cry blonde dishevelling
Shock in the middle, shock in the middle of the street, of
the street
I ask her like a sister what are you doing do you know where you’re going and how can I help
I wanna talk in the middle be there in the middle of the street, of the street
Her soul was upset but at least she was real
If she don’t wanna talk just let her feel
Why do people hide behind a curtain made of steel
I sometimes think of the crazy sad like a
CHORUS
Monkey girl
Tear in her eye
Donkey world
It is not easy being alive we could be more understanding and feeling the other’s side
shout in the middle, shout out in the middle of the street, of the street
Ain’t no disaster to let your guard down, no warning
We’re only human breathing it out go let the storm
roam in the middle, storm roam in the middle of the street. of the street
I call thanks to the lost ones that are real
They give me hope and remind me how good it is to feel
When life’s a rollercoaster in the terror karma wheel
I sometimes think of the crazy sad like a
CHORUS
Monkey girl
Tear in her eye
Donkey world
Let her cry :II
Monkey Girl
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Added on 7 January 2021
MONKEY GIRL
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Thursday evening the sun was setting a sweet thing running alone wild cry blonde dishevelling
Shock in the middle, shock in the middle of the street, of
the street
I ask her like a sister what are you doing do you know where you’re going and how can I help
I wanna talk in the middle be there in the middle of the street, of the street
Her soul was upset but at least she was real
If she don’t wanna talk just let her feel
Why do people hide behind a curtain made of steel
I sometimes think of the crazy sad like a
CHORUS
Monkey girl
Tear in her eye
Donkey world
It is not easy being alive we could be more understanding and feeling the other’s side
shout in the middle, shout out in the middle of the street, of the street
Ain’t no disaster to let your guard down, no warning
We’re only human breathing it out go let the storm
roam in the middle, storm roam in the middle of the street. of the street
I call thanks to the lost ones that are real
They give me hope and remind me how good it is to feel
When life’s a rollercoaster in the terror karma wheel
I sometimes think of the crazy sad like a
CHORUS
Monkey girl
Tear in her eye
Donkey world
Let her cry :II
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