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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