She's a fountain of youth in a telephone booth
She has a guitar and will travel
She la-las 'bout love and other spiritual stuff
She sings it out like boots marching on gravel
I said why not play me a tune back in my motel room
Where her clothes and her life story unravel
And the kick deep, deep within all the verses that she sings
Are that the unloved and the ugly do matter
I said if it helps you to know, then I am often home alone
I see the woman within your thrift shop clothes
And as they fall to the floor to let passing happiness in
We, we could either mean nothing or everything
She's a fountain of youth in a telephone booth
She has a guitar and will travel
She la-las 'bout love and other spiritual stuff
She sings it out like boots marching on gravel
For sure I don't know who you are or the cruelty that you've seen
We've become a holy doctrine in which I now believe
I treasure the pleasure of the flesh, I let love become my creed
This completeness I now have fuses all hope and want and need
You resurrect my spirit, a spirit long thought dead
In a body that felt, but in feeling, felt nothing left
And who, who is this angel now so happy in my bed
When s**, s** was a feeling I'd long learnt to forget
Days later she left in the dead of the night
Hot-wiring up my old motorbike
She hammered down the coast road, like an escapee from hell
Perfection is so fleeting, she taught me so well
She's a fountain of youth in a telephone booth
She has a guitar and will travel
She la-las 'bout love and other spiritual stuff
She sings it out like boots marching on gravel
Drink from the cup of the fountain of youth
Choose to be open to being loved and being moved
By the kindness of strangers
In whom angst can be soothed
Be the living proof
Of a life well used
Like this mystery girl
Who sang the blues
And who touched my life
In that motel room
Where we drank and loved to dispel the doom
And every time you get caught by chance
In a great but passing brief romance
Let the memory dance, dance, dance
Of her smile across the arc of your life
And every time you feel down
Let the reminisce of that last kiss
Love you back into life
She was a fountain of youth in a telephone booth
She had a guitar and she travelled
And the kick deep within all the verses that she sings
Are that the unloved and ugly do matter
The unloved and ugly do matter
And the lonely and the lost
And the hurting and the dying
And the desperate and the crying
And the screwed up and the lying
All matter
All matter
by Bitito
She has a guitar and will travel
She la-las 'bout love and other spiritual stuff
She sings it out like boots marching on gravel
I said why not play me a tune back in my motel room
Where her clothes and her life story unravel
And the kick deep, deep within all the verses that she sings
Are that the unloved and the ugly do matter
I said if it helps you to know, then I am often home alone
I see the woman within your thrift shop clothes
And as they fall to the floor to let passing happiness in
We, we could either mean nothing or everything
She's a fountain of youth in a telephone booth
She has a guitar and will travel
She la-las 'bout love and other spiritual stuff
She sings it out like boots marching on gravel
For sure I don't know who you are or the cruelty that you've seen
We've become a holy doctrine in which I now believe
I treasure the pleasure of the flesh, I let love become my creed
This completeness I now have fuses all hope and want and need
You resurrect my spirit, a spirit long thought dead
In a body that felt, but in feeling, felt nothing left
And who, who is this angel now so happy in my bed
When s**, s** was a feeling I'd long learnt to forget
Days later she left in the dead of the night
Hot-wiring up my old motorbike
She hammered down the coast road, like an escapee from hell
Perfection is so fleeting, she taught me so well
She's a fountain of youth in a telephone booth
She has a guitar and will travel
She la-las 'bout love and other spiritual stuff
She sings it out like boots marching on gravel
Drink from the cup of the fountain of youth
Choose to be open to being loved and being moved
By the kindness of strangers
In whom angst can be soothed
Be the living proof
Of a life well used
Like this mystery girl
Who sang the blues
And who touched my life
In that motel room
Where we drank and loved to dispel the doom
And every time you get caught by chance
In a great but passing brief romance
Let the memory dance, dance, dance
Of her smile across the arc of your life
And every time you feel down
Let the reminisce of that last kiss
Love you back into life
She was a fountain of youth in a telephone booth
She had a guitar and she travelled
And the kick deep within all the verses that she sings
Are that the unloved and ugly do matter
The unloved and ugly do matter
And the lonely and the lost
And the hurting and the dying
And the desperate and the crying
And the screwed up and the lying
All matter
All matter
by Bitito