If she hadn’t worn this big blue ring, would she be fine, would she be walking down the alleys of Cape Town?
Books will tell you where the safe zones are, she’s such a pretty one that everybody comes on to her at any time
They’re bringing out the firearms you know, they’ll make you bleed unless you go
Then you’ll get up and wonder how it can be so
When was the last time you called? Stop going places on your own
‘Cause we’re losing sight of you and wish you’d never been born
Flipping through the pages, she gives up – “four hundred faces but I was assaulted by only one”
She takes the point out note but doesn’t hope for anything, they’re going to take her home for who knows what might happen in the dead of night?