The Bitter Thoughts of Little Jane

The bitter thoughts of little Jane
Are locked away and will remain unspoken
Been let down and kicked around
Been sent away without her token

But she'll find her place
She'll find a head to pound on

Never cries or even tries
So no-one really knows she wants to die
Been too long on her own
She's growing old, she's growing cold

But she'll find her place
She'll find a head to pound on

Peter's playing with his trains
And Sally kissed her doll again
Andrew plays with wild cowboys
But little Jane, she's got no toys

But she'll find her place
She'll find a head to pound on