|
Slow down little girl |
|
You've lost your way in the world |
|
Slow down and start again |
|
You'll feel much better in the end |
|
Annie's always been a live one |
|
Says the matroness |
|
She never cries, she never lets |
|
Her sorrows get the best of her |
|
She makes a kind of music |
|
Of the buttons popping off her dress |
|
She knows that's just the way it goes |
|
On the dark streets below |
|
Adelle came from a decent town |
|
Scraped by for first month's rent |
|
Guessed with her brain |
|
She could find a job in management |
|
She showed promise in algebra |
|
But now her talent's spent |
|
On other's people's dough |
|
On the dark streets below |
|
So get up, kid |
|
Your're ... again |
|
I never knew a time |
|
When you wouldn't take a bet |
|
Slow down little girl |
|
You've lost your way in this world |
|
Slow down, start again |
|
You'll feel much better in the end |
|
August from the old country |
|
Came over on a ship |
|
It was like a floating oil drum |
|
Had barely made the trip |
|
She knew that she'd been screwed |
|
As soon as she'd pulled up on the spit |
|
Now she knows the dark streets below |
|
These folks got nowhere left to go |
|
The dark streets below |
|
The dark streets below |
|
The dark streets below |
|
The dark streets below |
|
The dark streets below |
