On the street where you girls talk about their social lives Theyre made of lipstick, plastic, and paint, a touch of sable in your eyes All your life all youve ask is when your daddys gonna talk to you You were living in another world trying to get the message through. No one heard a single word you said They shouldve seen it in your eyes What was going around her head. Ooooh shes a little runaway Daddys girl learned fast all those things he couldnt say Ooooh shes a little runaway. guaranteed to blow your mind See you out in the streets, call me for a wild time So you sit home alone cause theres nothing left that you can do Theres only pictures hung in the shadows there for them to look at you You know she likes the lights at night on the neon broadway sign She dont really mind, its only love she hopes to find |