She is a Fugitive, He is a Refugee (Song lyric)

Isn’t it a pity, trust
all the pretty girls must
live their lives from
way outside their dreams?
Isn’t it a shame, oh
the man must take blame for making her;
making her feel unclean?

She is a fugitive; just like a fugitive
runs from tomorrow oh oh.
Wants to live; wants to live
but she knows that she is
running on borrowed time.
He is a refugee; just like a refugee
hides in her shelter.
Abusing generosities, helps him believe he’s
the saviour of human kind!

On a night when you’re free
she might well call to see you
in your secret; in your secret place.
When she came to me, I,
recall so vividly aye
the expression on; expression on her face…
It was black, it was bitter and
her eyes didn’t seem to fit her as
she stared out; stared out vacantly.
What else would you expect as
the man gives no respect ah
he treats her love; her love as a commodity.

She is a fugitive, etc…

When she’s at your door,
temptation will be sore ‘cos
she’s warrior cool; as cool as the morning dew.
(You’ll say) you need someone to laugh and cry with,
someone you can lie with when
what you really want, is someone to lie to.
When you’ve done with her head, then
She’ll get up from your bed and
she’ll wash herself; wash in the clear fresh rain,
but she won’t let you see the water
with the blood of your slaughter
running away; flushing away down the drain.

She is a fugitive, etc…

[Bridge]

She runs from the noise that lives in her head,

He lies in her silence, pretends it’s his bed.

She offers him nothing, he takes what he wants

Sometimes he calls, sometimes she responds.