Urban Tribal - Thomas Dolby

She’d talk to boys

From the far side of town

And in a while

One chose her

They’d paint her face

Bringing gifts for her father

And shower her

With roses

In the early days

They used to laugh a lot

Now they don’t even smile very often

And their eyes seldom meet

If they can help it Urban tribal

The girl don’t have an answer to your call

Urban tribal

She won’t feed your babies anymore

She was the last in line

Ready to be taken for motherhood

Hand on Bible

Distill the urban tribal

From her blood

She’ll tell it all

The confession tonight

One prayer for hope

One for pardon

The early moon

And the glow from the powerplant

Will light her way

Back to (?)

In the early days

They used to laugh a lot

Now they don’t even smile very often

And their eyes seldom meet

If they can help it Urban tribal

The girl don’t have an answer to your call

Urban tribal

She won’t feed your babies anymore

She was the last in line

Ready to be taken for motherhood

Hand on Bible

Distill the urban tribal

From her blood