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She doesn't have a lot of friendsShe never leaves a nameShe says she'll get there in the endBut for now it's just the sameMy lover ain't like other girlsThat folks are proud to meetShe's not in church on SundaysShe walks the streetThey say that only moneyCan make this creature smileAnd whatever she may give youIs rented for a whileMy lover ain't like other girlsThat folks are proud to meetShe's not in church on SundaysShe walks the streetShe's analysed in magazinesThey say her greed will make her dieShe's criticized by most it seemsEspecially those whom she's seen cryMy lover ain't like other girlsLetras de cancionesThat folks are proud to meetShe's not in church on SundaysShe walks the streetWhen city dawn is breakingShe comes home silentlyAnd though it's sleep I'm fakingShe just laughs at meAnd she comes to me so softlyStarling with a broken wingAnd she speaks her love in silenceShe's a gentle thingMy lover ain't like other girlsThat folks are proud to meetShe's not in church on SundaysShe walks the street From Letras Mania