Letra de The Curse Of Being A Girl - Kashmir
Letra de canci�n de The Curse Of Being A Girl de Kashmir lyrics
You pretend that you�re alright;
The worst noise is
when you are keeping quiet.
I see you�re not the kind of girl,
Who will dramatise, traumatise.
Don�t fold your hands,
don�t hold your tongue.
The other girls will try
to prove you wrong.
The words will taunt you like a stone.
You can�t stand aside,
you can�t resign
It�s just the curse of being a girl tonight,
You must hold your head up high.
Being around, and you�re the purest girl
Tonight you bring reflections by their eyes.
You�re reaching out to grab his hand
He must be the world�s most tired man.
It sure began as compliments
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If he sees it all, he must use it all.
It should be unforgettable,
The kindest guy should be convertible
But in the end of this monkey-hole
Full of concrete eyes, who never cries
It�s just the curse of being a girl tonight,
You can hardly make it change.
Look around,
it�s more than half of the world
Tonight you must go
through that same wreath.
It�s just the curse of being a girl tonight,
You can hardly make it change.
Look around,
it�s more than half of the world
Tonight you must go
through that same wreath.
The worst noise is
when you are keeping quiet.
I see you�re not the kind of girl,
Who will dramatise, traumatise.
Don�t fold your hands,
don�t hold your tongue.
The other girls will try
to prove you wrong.
The words will taunt you like a stone.
You can�t stand aside,
you can�t resign
It�s just the curse of being a girl tonight,
You must hold your head up high.
Being around, and you�re the purest girl
Tonight you bring reflections by their eyes.
You�re reaching out to grab his hand
He must be the world�s most tired man.
It sure began as compliments
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If he sees it all, he must use it all.
It should be unforgettable,
The kindest guy should be convertible
But in the end of this monkey-hole
Full of concrete eyes, who never cries
It�s just the curse of being a girl tonight,
You can hardly make it change.
Look around,
it�s more than half of the world
Tonight you must go
through that same wreath.
It�s just the curse of being a girl tonight,
You can hardly make it change.
Look around,
it�s more than half of the world
Tonight you must go
through that same wreath.