Skirt / Dove / Lilly

Say no more Say that you'll only use me to feel the guilt I feel And say you'll invite me back When you're young and his guilt (and his guilt) It's his (it's his) It's his It's not yours (it's his) It's his own He must put it out and pack it away And you'll never go looking for it Cus' it's not yours It's not yours She slays She gives She pouts She grieves She moans Oh, I want to be like her Oh, I want to be like her Be like her (like her) Be like her