She's watching
the silent days go by
Praying for man
and his never-ending crime
Dreaming of the winds
in the willows
City nights knocking
on her windows
She stays in
stays out of sin
She's just that way
Crying
for the children in need
Aching in her wounds
makes her quiver
makes her bleed
She doesn't want a life
of constant yearning
City lights flashing
and wings are burning
Too damn wise
to compromise
She's just that way
Fifty-Third Street
Last Virgin lives
for the day
she'll see the light
Lonely Last Virgin knows
what it takes
to do things right
In her heart
in her head
When she's lying
on her bed
Lonely Last Virgin knows
what it takes
to do things right
Voices
haunting her sometimes
Visions of the end
painting shadows
in her eyes
She's a silent word
in the story
A halo of light
on frozen glory
Not too wise
for paradise
She's just that way
Fifty-Third Street
Last Virgin lives
for the day
she'll see the light
Lonely Last Virgin knows
what it takes
to do things right
In her heart
in her head
When she's lying
on her bed
Slowly Last Virgin knows
how it aches
to do things right
She's a silent word
in the story
A halo of light
on frozen glory
Not too wise
for paradise
She's on her way hey-ey
Fifty-Third Street
Last Virgin lives
for the day
she'll see the light
Lonely Last Virgin knows
what it takes
to do things right
In her heart
in her head
When she's crying
on her bed
Lonely Last Virgin knows
what it takes
to do things right