GIRLS THAT DON'T EXIST
(Birch/Bull) © Rock Music Co Ltd

As I ride the subway and the train, running round to shelter from the rain, with the taste on my lips of the girl I just kissed, I’m surrounded by the girls that don’t exist.

As I roam the alley and the street, I will walk the shoes right off my feet. What I see isn’t real but I just can’t resist, I’m surrounded by the girls that don’t exist.

Girls that don’t exist, dressed up in clothes I’ve never seen, on every subway wall, in every magazine. Maybe it’s a conspiracy. Girls that don’t exist are haunting me.

As I search the corners of the world, in a bid to find a certain girl, if we meet on the street, then I’ll know what I’ve missed, cos I’m searching for a girl that don’t exist.

Girls that don’t exist, dressed up in clothes I’ve never seen, on every subway wall, in every magazine. Maybe it’s a conspiracy. Girls that don’t exist are haunting me.