Martin L. Gore - Tiny girls

Well the day begins You don't want to live 'Cause you can't believe In the one you're with 'Cause you know her tricks And you know her past When she makes a face You just have to laugh And you feel like such a know-it-all When you only want just a tiny girl And you hope she'll sing So you turn around Toward the tiny girls Who have got no tricks Who have got no past Yea that's what you think And you hope she'll sing But she sings of greed Like a young banshee And she wants for this And she wants for that What did you think