Runaway [Cassette Writing Demo]

(One, two, three, four)

On the street where you live
Girls talk about their social lives
You're made of lipstick, plastic and paint
A touch of sable in their eyes

All your life all you've asked
When your Daddy gonna talk to you?
But you were living in another world
While he was trying to get a message through

No one heard a single word you said
They should have seen it in your eyes
What was going around your head

Ooh-ooh, she's a little runaway
Daddy's girl learned fast
Now she works the night away
Ooh, she's a little runaway

Take a line line every night
Guaranteed to blow your mind
See you out on the streets
Calling for a wild time
So you sit home alone
'Cause there's nothing left that you can do
There's only pictures hung in the shadows
Left there to look at you

But she likes the lights at night
On the neon Broadway signs
And she don't really mind
It's always strangers she hopes to find

Ooh-ooh, she's a little runaway
Daddy's girl learned fast
All those things you couldn't say
Ooh, she's a little runaway