She was a backstreet girl
No where to run, no where to hide.
All her life she strugled thrue pain.
But nobody couldn't stright her down
Nobody couldn't break her alive.
She was nearly child in street
She was nearly angel in dirt
She was a skid row beautyqueen.
She only wear black leather.
She only got her will to live.
With her stiletto heals, she walk trhue danger's