Don’t trust the rumours, trust the truth,
Be careful, everybody here can be cruel,
The words go through the Pub’s doors,
They will talk and call you « A Whore »,
Don’t listen to them or you will cry,
Run girl, and look up to the sky,
They spread the words like a poison,
If you want to fight you must be the Dragon,
Screaming is useless, nobody listen,
This is Hell, not Heaven,
They will not believe you anymore,
And say you’re mad, a liar and more,
But I will tell you something for free,
The girl I’m talking about, it’s me.