Lonely Little Girl - The Mothers Of Invention

You’re a lonely little girl

But your mommy and your daddy don’t care

You’re a lonely little girl

The things they say

Just hurt your heart

It’s too late now

For them to start

To understand

The way you feel

The world for them

Is too unreal

So you’re lonely, lonely, lonely

Lonely little girl

You’re lonely

All your children

Are poor unfortunate victims

Of systems beyond their control

Where did Annie go

When she went to town?

Who are all those creeps

That she brings around?

A plague upon your ignorance

And the gray despair of your ugly life

All your children

Are poor unfortunate victims of lies