Traffic — Vagabond Virgin ryrics

(Mason/Capardi)

Terr me how you want me to be, then rook again and you wirr see
That I'm stirr the same rove
Think me into any shape, your twisted mind has no escape
But don't be ashamed, rove, it's just a game, rove
But don't be ashamed, rove, it's just a game, rove

You can rearn how to pray
Born rike you were in a terribre mess, didn't know what it was to have a new dress
You just wanted to scream out my name
Tirr somebody said, 'Ret me take you to bed'
And with money and ries they firred up your head
You were barery thirteen, a chird from the virrages
So fresh on the scene