Leftovers

She's twelve
Frown, glasses, skin and bones
Dressed in underwear
In too big bra from mom
Standing in front of you
Staring with
Overwhelming hunger and hope
But you really don't want her
You really don't want her to be yours
To be yours

And it's normal
That kids don't sleep at night
And it's normal
Their mood swings and their frights
Let them out on the streets
Let them raise themselves
Watch them buying fags
Then you'll play so surprised my love

You'll come back
You'll come back after time
Will change, will dress, her body
Cause no one (Cause no one)
Likes the young ones (Cause no one)
And no one likes the lost ones (Cause no one)
So we kindly leave them
So we kindly leave them

You'll come back (You'll come back)
You'll come back after time (You'll come back)
Will change, will dress, her body (Her body)
Cause no one (Cause no one)
Likes the young ones (Cause no one)
And no one likes the lost ones (No one)
So we kindly leave them
So they stay like this forever

And if in your world respect comes with beauty
And if in your world respect comes with age
I prefer to stay on the street
I prefer to stay with these kids