She doesn't have a lot of friends
She never leaves a name
She says she'll get there in the end
But for now it's just the same
My lover ain't like other girls
That folks are proud to meet
She's not in church on Sundays
She walks the street
They say that only money
Can make this creature smile
And whatever she may give you
Is rented for a while
My lover ain't like other girls
That folks are proud to meet
She's not in church on Sundays
She walks the street
She's analysed in magazines
They say her greed will make her die
She's criticized by most it seems
Especially those whom she's seen cry
My lover ain't like other girls
That folks are proud to meet
She's not in church on Sundays
She walks the street
When city dawn is breaking
She comes home silently
And though it's sleep I'm faking
She just laughs at me
And she comes to me so softly
Starling with a broken wing
And she speaks her love in silence
She's a gentle thing
My lover ain't like other girls
That folks are proud to meet
She's not in church on Sundays
She walks the street