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On the street where you live
Girls talk about their social lives
They're made of lipstick, plastic and paint,
A touch of sable in their eyes
All your life all you've asked
When's your Daddy gonna talk to you
But you were living in another world
Tryin' to get a message through

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

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

A different line every night
Guaranteed to blow your mind
I see you out on the streets,
Call me 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

You know she lights the lights at night
On the neon Broadway signs
She don't really mind,
It's only love she hoped to find