"Saviour"

She’s confused. She’s got a hundred thousand feelings
swimming through her head
Stumblin around in her early twenties 
between cortados and afterparties
Nothing but a cool gir, honey. 
Nothing but a spoiled girl, honey.
Big brother, baby sister, cool step mama, cool step father
4 week Paris, 
and then springtime in New York.

Oh! She needs a saviour. 
And the saviour can be you
Why don’t you save that girl? Lord…
Oh! She needs a saviour. 
Can her hero be you?

She confused, cause for the first time in her life

she’s free to do whatever she wants to
(Whatever she wants , whatever she wants)
But she does not carry a particular dream
She’s not drawn to a particular scene
And somewhere inside she’s starting to sence
that life should be more than following trend

Oh! She needs a saviour. And the saviour can be you
Why don’t you save that girl? Lord…
Oh! She needs a saviour. Can her hero be you?
Why don’t you save that girl?
You! Why don’t you save that girl?
Oh. Can’t someone save that girl?