Allison Fisсher - I'll Never Have That Chance | Текст песни

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• Allison Fisсher
• I'll Never Have That Chance

I have spent so many years
In fancy lace and beaded gowns,
I have set my hair a hundred ways,
My face I paint it up and powder it down.

This body bares a telling tale,
They pinch my cheek and wish me well.
for all their patronizing smiles
This frame remains a prison cell.
They look at me and what they see
Is one more painted china doll.
A sweet and cuddled good do well,
A painted fan, a sweet treat and the parasol.

Inside of me there lives someone
Who never felt a mother's love,
Who could have heard the bells on sunday,
Kneeling in the church of God,
Who would have loved a rainy day
And never had to feel the fire.
Instead I hunger for the vein
That holds the life force I desire.

Imagine walking down the aisle,
I'll never have that chance,
A wedding dress of virgin white,
The very best from France.
The arching of a rainbow
And the way the colors dance.
The miracle of giving birth,
I'll never have that chance.