Last I heard she was pinning teabags on the wall
Last I heard she hadn't felt this way before
And in the summer sun, she's bound to wither away
And when the damage is done, she'll be left with the price to pay
Last I heard she was waiting tables by The Falls
Collecting her tips, saving up for another trip to Montreal
But soon the summer boys, will come to whisk her away
They'll dismantle her youth and she'll be left with the price to pay
And you told me that you were disgusted by your own desire
And that if you had had the chance to dance
You would have thrown yourself onto the fire
What happened to the girl I admired?
Now I'm told that she's sending postcards to herself
Waiting by the mailbox, she'd be distraught to find a thought there from somebody else
But soon the summer boys, are bound to drop her a line
And form their dead end jobs, they will recount the sun drenched days of their prime
And you told me that you were disgusted by your own desire
And that if you had had the chance to dance
You would have thrown yourself onto the fire
What happened to the girl I admired?
What happened to the friend I admired?