We were young girls, in a small world   Im on your doorstep man   Ringin your bell again, Ringing your bell again       Im sorry Gerti Rouge, all that you're through   Looking for love that never stabbed your heart   and probably never will   Its a lie when you are telling the truth   Its the truth when you are selling a lie   Spread your legs then get down on your knees   And pray it never happens again      Well here i am on your doorstep again   I let the winds of time pass through my life   Maybe theres an end   who the fuck protects you   who the fuck is going to resurrect you   It's a sorrowed truth, the truth is not a lie   Come on up baby   Don't go and burn in the fire