Stephanie City
Stephanie City: Unveiling the Enigmatic Tale of a Street-Walking Lover
Lyrics
She doesn't have a lot of friends
She lacks a substantial number of friends.
She never leaves a name
She avoids revealing her identity.
She says she'll get there in the end
She expresses confidence in reaching her destination eventually.
But for now it's just the same
Currently, her life remains unchanged.
My lover ain't like other girls
His lover is distinct from typical girls admired by society.
That folks are proud to meet
She doesn't conform to societal expectations.
She's not in church on sundays
She doesn't attend church on Sundays.
She walks the street
She navigates the streets instead.
They say that only money
Money seems to be the key to her happiness.
Can make this creature smile
Material possessions can temporarily bring joy to her.
And whatever she may give you
Whatever she offers is temporary and can be rented.
Is rented for a while
Her contributions are fleeting.
My lover ain't like other girls
Similar sentiment to line 6, reiterating her uniqueness.
That folks are proud to meet
She doesn't fit the conventional mold of impressive girls.
She's not in church on sundays
Her absence from church underscores her unconventional nature.
She walks the street
She prefers the urban environment, walking the streets.
She's analysed in magazines
Media scrutinizes and analyzes her, predicting negative outcomes.
They say her greed will make her die
Her perceived greed is seen as a potential cause of her demise.
She's criticized by most it seems
She faces criticism, especially from those she has witnessed crying.
Especially those whom she's seen cry
People who have experienced pain blame her for it.
My lover ain't like other girls
Reiterating her uniqueness compared to societal expectations.
That folks are proud to meet
She remains unconventional, not meeting societal standards.
She's not in church on sundays
A repetition emphasizing her absence from Sunday church.
She walks the streetWhen city dawn is breaking
She continues walking the streets as dawn breaks in the city.
She comes home silently
Returning home quietly as the city awakens.
And though it's sleep I'm faking
The speaker pretends to sleep, but she sees through it and laughs.
She just laughs at me
Her laughter mocks the speaker's feigned sleep.
And she comes to me so softly
Approaching the speaker gently, perhaps with a vulnerability.
Starling with a broken wing
Describing her like a starling with a broken wing, fragile yet beautiful.
And she speaks her love in silence
Her expressions of love are silent, suggesting a quiet, subtle love.
She's a gentle thing
Despite her unconventional nature, she is portrayed as a gentle and tender presence.
My lover ain't like other girls
A repetition underscoring her uniqueness in contrast to societal norms.
That folks are proud to meet
Similar to line 7, emphasizing her departure from societal expectations.
She's not in church on sundays
Reiterating her absence from Sunday church activities.
She walks the street
She continues her unconventional lifestyle, walking the streets.
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