State of Mind:

Dear Danny,
I sit alone behind these grey concrete walls, wondering if the Police really know it all?
Craving just a little male affection when all I seem to get is your rejection?
Write me letters, pick up the phone, need your sweetness, so sick of living here on my own.
I loved you, baby, you loved me, said I loved ya, it just shows how cruel a young girl can be.
You were dating a girl called Kayleigh Grainger, picked her up when you were park ranger,
I took your jeep and I tried to slam her, beat her up with my old claw hammer,
I found you, baby, you found me, said I loved ya, it just shows how cruel a young girl can be.
It was just my state of mind, left my heartbeat far behind,
From a twisted point of view, I’m not quite the girl, that you thought you knew.
The way I dressed drove your mind half-crazy, short skirt, vest and sun so hazy,
I lay back, could afford to be lazy, in the grass, on drugs our eyes were so glazy,
I fucked you, boy, you fucked me, said I loved ya, just shows how cruel a young girl can be.
It was just my state of mind, left my heartbeat far behind,
From a twisted point of view, it shows how much harm a young girl can do.
Never, ever going to see your blue eyes, run my fingers inside your hairy thighs,
Never, ever going to get excited, in the love tryst that I invited.
I miss you, boy, do you miss me? Say ya love me, show me just how kind a poor boy can be.
Our love went sour when I had my turns, scalding water and red-hot cigarette burns,
Bet ya didn’t know, I’d only just started, loved ya look when you’re hurt face smarted,
I hurt you, boy, ya still loved me, said ya loved me, just shows how wrong a poor boy can be.
It was just my state of mind, left my heartbeat far behind,
From a twisted point of view, it shows how much harm a sick girl can do.
Never, ever going to see your black eyes, run my carpet-knife down your big hairy thighs,
Never, ever going to get so excited, as in the love tryst that I invited.
I miss you, boy, do you miss me? Say ya love me, show me just how kind a poor boy can be.
Dear Danny,
I leave behind these four grey concrete walls, wondering if the Police really knew it all?
Craving just a little male affection when all I seem to get is your rejection?
Write you letters, pick up the phone, need your sweetness, so sick of living life on my own.
I love you, baby, do you love me? Say ya love me, show me just how kind a poor boy can be.
Well, it’s just my state of mind, leaves my heartbeat far behind,
From a twisted point of view, it shows how much harm this young girl will do.
Am I ever, going to see your blue eyes, run my fingers inside your hairy thighs?
Am I ever going to get excited, in the love tryst that I’ve invited?
Hello, Danny, it’s only me? I still love ya, well it shows how crazy a girl can be!
Never, ever… abuse, harass, be violent to or act hatefully towards those who love you.