SAMSON - Young Idea

She was just a young girl, from a northern family Had a share of young ideas, for eyes were full of dreams She ran into a dancing man, whose life, was full of style From his turf a bright, if she lay with him oh, why Mmm-hmm, Mmm-hmm, Mmm-hmm, Mmm-hmm The dancing man took the young girl The streets of baby’s cold The promise as he meant to her Started to turn cold She took the selling love To bang and fancy clothes and cars That just bought lonely mess Now she can’t see the stars Another young idea has died inside of mine Another young idea is for laws Another young idea has died inside of mine Another young idea is the laws Now the young girl, does cry no more Does feel all we’ll see There’s nothing left in life for her There’s nothing left to believe So in her empty room one night She channelled her lips to sleep The promise as she is behind A secret she will keep Another young idea has died inside of mine Another young idea is for laws, cry not does Another young idea has died inside of mine Another young idea is the laws