She doesn't have a lot of friends She never leaves a name She says she'll get there in the end But for now it's just the same My lover ain't like other girls That folks are proud to meet She's not in church on Sundays She walks the street They say that only money Can make this creature smile And whatever she may give you Is rented for a while My lover ain't like other girls That folks are proud to meet She's not in church on Sundays She walks the street She's analysed in magazines They say her greed will make her die She's criticized by most it seems Especially those whom she's seen cry My lover ain't like other girls That folks are proud to meet She's not in church on Sundays She walks the street When city dawn is breaking She comes home silently And though it's sleep I'm faking She just laughs at me And she comes to me so softly Starling with a broken wing And she speaks her love in silence She's a gentle thing My lover ain't like other girls That folks are proud to meet She's not in church on Sundays She walks the street