
When the wind is howling through your window pane
it's not the only pain of the night
You're burning up in your bed, you got a fever of love,
and there's not an antibody in sight.
Hey Janey, Janey why're you crying
There's a beauty of a moon in the sky
But I guess when you've been living such a sheltered life
You never lift your head and look so high
You don't have a lot, but it's all that you've got
And you can turn it into more than it seems
Just give it a shot
Fantasise every movement, and imagine every inch of your dreams
No one said it had to be real, but it's gotta be something you can reach out and feel!
It ain't right it ain't fair
Castles fall from the sand and we burn in the air
And the good girls go to heaven
but the bad girls go everywhere