Artist: An Pierlé
Song: telephone
Hey little girl
I'm the voice in your head
I'm the portrait that hangs on the wall
I'm the treasure inside
Down the alley she goes
Hush
An don't tell anyone for the road
Take a biscuit and listen politely
To what I'm about to tell
Down the alley she goes
(She sings)
Go precious queen
You mean everything to mum and dad
They'll be sad when you're gone
But your target is higher
Down the alley she goes
Look at the stairs
And whatever they mean
It's a frightening thing to look up to
But it is your task
In the alley
And then she walks
On the telephone wire
To have her little chat with God
So far, so good
I am your friend
And if you get scared, just sing
Lala lala lala
One cannot make omelets without breaking eggs
And the aimless are useless
So go on and fight for your dreams
In the alley
Hey little girl,
Are the voices still there?
Do you hear them from nowhere?
The set up was mean
Filial piety in the alley
She falls
Her final way to heaven
