Young Girl Blues (Album Version) - Donovan

It's Saturday night

It feels like a Sunday in some ways

If you had any sense

You'd maybe go 'way for a few days

Be that as it may

You can only say you were lonely

You are but a young girl

Working your way through the phonies

Coffee on milk gone

Such a sad light unfading

Yourself you touch

But not too much

You hear it's degrading

The flowers on your stockings

Wilting away in the midnight

The book you are reading

Is one man's opinion of moonlight

Your skin is so white

You'd like maybe to go to bed soon

Just closing your eyes

If you're to rise up before noon

High heels car wheels

All the losers are grooving

Your dream strange scene

Images are moving

Your friends they are making

A pop star or two every evening

You know that scene backwards

They can't see the patterns they're weaving

Your friends they're all models

But you soon got over that one

You sit in your one room

A little brought down in London

Cafe on milk gone

Such a sad light unfading

Yourself you touch

But not too much

You've heard it's degrading

A Saturday night

It feels like a Sunday in some ways

If you had any sense

You'd maybe go away for a few days

Be that as it may

You can only say you were lonely

You are but a young girl

And you're working your way through the phonies