(written by Jan De Block & Odette Di Maio)
Poor you girl
you can’t be
with no wings.
And you fall in the same old trap
yeah you fall in the same old trap…
and he cannot be the one – again!
and you feel that something’s wrong.
It’s so dark that you can’t go on,
i can see you
the way you feel, the way you shine
Poor the girl
sell your soul
(they want) a girl
As I’m closing up
to your feelings
there’s a flood of stars
but you are the one I would save
still you are the one I would save.
Poor the girl, poor the girl, poor the girl – you are…