Little Sister Songtext
von Thea & The Wild
Little Sister Songtext
He′s not your king and you're nobody′s pebble
A sharp little knife with a quick mind
So pack your bag and stay out of trouble
Remember your fear's the best friend you'll ever find
So take what you want and find out who you are
That′s who you′ve got
Hey little sister get out of your cage
Be free but just don't do what I have done
And hey little sister look after your flowers
Go out on that stage bring your silver gun
Gun
Go find a love that will eat you up
And make you do strange strange things
And through those young eyes
The road′s ahead and wide
Yes I've walked some streets
But baby you have wings
Remember the wild ones
Remember the wild ones
Hey little sister get out of your cage
Be free but just don′t do what I have done
And hey little sister look after your flowers
Go out on that stage bring your silver gun
Go out on that stage bring your silver gun
Gun
When you were just a baby
I thought you were my brother, I kissed you on your forehead, I
The girls were jealous
I locked you in my room, and now
Look at you you're all grown up
Hey little sister get out of your cage
Be free but just don′t do what I have done
And hey little sister look after your flowers
Go out on that stage bring your silver gun
A sharp little knife with a quick mind
So pack your bag and stay out of trouble
Remember your fear's the best friend you'll ever find
So take what you want and find out who you are
That′s who you′ve got
Hey little sister get out of your cage
Be free but just don't do what I have done
And hey little sister look after your flowers
Go out on that stage bring your silver gun
Gun
Go find a love that will eat you up
And make you do strange strange things
And through those young eyes
The road′s ahead and wide
Yes I've walked some streets
But baby you have wings
Remember the wild ones
Remember the wild ones
Hey little sister get out of your cage
Be free but just don′t do what I have done
And hey little sister look after your flowers
Go out on that stage bring your silver gun
Go out on that stage bring your silver gun
Gun
When you were just a baby
I thought you were my brother, I kissed you on your forehead, I
The girls were jealous
I locked you in my room, and now
Look at you you're all grown up
Hey little sister get out of your cage
Be free but just don′t do what I have done
And hey little sister look after your flowers
Go out on that stage bring your silver gun
Writer(s): Borge Fjordheim, Cato Thomassen, Thea Glenton Raknes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com