You pretend that you're alright
The worst noise
Is when you are keeping quiet
You say you're not that kind of girl
Who will dramatize or traumatize
Don't fold your hands
Don't hold your tongue
The other girls will try
To prove you wrong
Their words will toss you like a storm
But you can't step aside, you can't resign
It's just the curse of being a girl
Tonight
You must hold your head up high
And be aware that
You're the purest pearl
Tonight
And shoot their reflections
Back in their eyes
You're reaching out to grab his hand
But he must be the world's most tired man
Acerbic in his compliments
If he sees it all
Your new shoes and all
It should be unforgettable
The cloudy sky should be convertible
And then we end in this smokey hole
Full of concubines
And replicants
It's just the curse of being a girl
Tonight
You can hardly make the change
Look around
It's more than half the world
Tonight
Who must go through
That same rage
The worst noise
Is when you are keeping quiet
You say you're not that kind of girl
Who will dramatize or traumatize
Don't fold your hands
Don't hold your tongue
The other girls will try
To prove you wrong
Their words will toss you like a storm
But you can't step aside, you can't resign
It's just the curse of being a girl
Tonight
You must hold your head up high
And be aware that
You're the purest pearl
Tonight
And shoot their reflections
Back in their eyes
You're reaching out to grab his hand
But he must be the world's most tired man
Acerbic in his compliments
If he sees it all
Your new shoes and all
It should be unforgettable
The cloudy sky should be convertible
And then we end in this smokey hole
Full of concubines
And replicants
It's just the curse of being a girl
Tonight
You can hardly make the change
Look around
It's more than half the world
Tonight
Who must go through
That same rage
Lyrics submitted by voltabolta
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It should be unforgettable
The crowded skies should be convertible
And in the end in this monkey hole
Full of concubines and replicants
Excellent song, really surprised me when I heard this... A bit dreampop, MBV, etc.-thing in there, n it's nice!
Also the video to this is top
You pretend that you're alright
The worst noise
Is when you are keeping quiet
Seeing now the kind of girl
you will dramatise, traumatise
Don't fold your hands, don't hold your tongue
The other girls will try to prove you wrong
The words will torture like a storm
you can't step aside, you can't resign
It's just the curse of being a girl
tonight you must hold your head up high
Be aware that you're the purest pearl
Tonight you'll blow reflections back in their eyes
You're reaching out to grab his hand
He must be the world's most tired man
and so began his compliments
If he sees it all he must use it all
It should be unforgettable
The crowded skies should be convertible
And in the end in this monkey hole
Full of concubines, the rabid kind
It's the curse of being a girl
Tonight you can hardly make the change
Look around it's more than half the world tonight
You must go through that same rage
Best part: Don’t fold your hands, don’t hold your tongue. The other girls will try to prove you wrong.
Girls can be so mean to each other.
And it's just a word ...
I can completly see me in this lyrics.
I wish I could meet, one day, someone who is attracted by beauty, as I am.
Someone that sensitive, that could understand something like this, for me.
Kasper Eistrup CAN write.
He's really great.
You pretend that you're alright
The worst noise
Is when you are keeping quiet
You say you're not that kind of girl
Who will dramatize or traumatize
Don't fold your hands
Don't hold your tongue
The other girls will try
To prove you wrong
Their words will toss you like a storm
But you can't step aside, you can't resign
It's just the curse of being a girl
Tonight
You must hold your head up high
And be aware that
You're the purest pearl
Tonight
And shoot their reflections
Back in their eyes
You're reaching out to grab his hand
But he must be the world's most tired man
Acerbic in his compliments
If he sees it all
Your new shoes and all
It should be unforgettable
The cloudy sky should be convertible
And then we end in this smokey hole
Full of concubines
And replicants
It's just the curse of being a girl
Tonight
You can hardly make the change
Look around
It's more than half the world
Tonight
Who must go through
That same rage