Telephone (An Pierlé)

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