The Distillers - Young Girl lyrics

We were young girls, in a small world I'm on your doorstep again Ringing your bell again, ringing your bell again I'm sorry Gerti Rouge, all that you're through Looking for love that never stabbed your heart And probably never will It's a lie when you are telling the truth It's the truth when you are selling a lie Spread your legs, then get town on your knees And pray it never happens again Well here I am, on your doorstep again I let the winds of time pa** through my life Maybe there's an end Who the f** protects you? Who the f** is going to resurrect you? It's a sorrowed truth, the truth is not a lie Come on up baby Don't go and burn in the fire