It was a blind winter when she headed off,

written on her head was "failure to conform"

She had her left hand apon a stick but she'd had enough 

so she threw away her one way home.



She said "I'm just another girl who wants to know

just where you think it's written down,

this way that we should go." 

She said "I'm just another girl who wants to know

just where you think it's written down,

this way that we should go..."



It was a black winter night as she stumbled on

and with every step grew closer to the ground.

She knew her one chance of living on was to strip away 

all the colours that were casting her astray.



She said "I'm just another girl who wants to know

just where you think it's written down, 

this way that we should go."

She said "I'm just another girl who wants to know

just where you think it's written down, 

this way that we should go..."



So with a fever of 43 she surrendered there,

ready for the world to take her as their own.

But as she lay there the people stared as they carried on, 

feeling terrified of her stripped to the bone...



She said "I'm just another girl who wants to know

just where you think it's written down, 

this way that we should go."

She said "I'm just another girl who wants to know 

just where you think it's written down, 

this way that we should go..."