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