Tuvaband She's Nothing Like A Child
She's nothing like a child
She has no hobbies
And her friends are all the same
She knows a girl that can play the piano
And she's kind of weird
Her smile is born in the mirror in the bathroom
And her moves are made up by the way they make her body look
She reads the magazines that says how to be thinner
And how to feel great about herself
She doesn't read the newspapers
She can't relate to anything
And the wars in the Middle East is just too heavy
She used to dance and whistle in the streets
She rolls her eyes at people dancing, whistling in the streets
She's nothing like a child
She's nothing like a child
She's nothing like a child
Now she's gone
She's nothing like a child
Not driven by her will
Driven by the others and addictions
She'd like to seem like she's flawless and free
When she's in captivity
She used to swim and play games with the waves
But now her summer-body's function
Is to lie down to get some tan
She used to talk to people she didn't know
People talking to strangers are creepy and weird
Her life-companion is always with her
In her hand, she stares at it, as she's addicted
She used to dance and whistle in the streets
She rolls her eyes at people dancing, whistling in the streets
She's nothing like a child
She's nothing like a child
She's nothing like a child
Now she's gone
