Slow down, little girl Youve lost your way in this world Slow down, and start again Youll feel much better in the end Annies always been a live one, says the matroness She never cries she never lets her sorrow get the best of her She makes a kind of music of the buttons popping off her dress She knows thats just the way it goes On the dark streets below Adelle came from a decent town, scraped by for first months rent Guessed with her brain she could find a job in management She showed promise in algebra but now her talents spent On other peoples dough On the dark streets below So get up kid Youre not licked yet I never knew a time When you wouldnt take a bet Slow down, little girl Youve lost your way in this world Slow down, start again Youll 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 shed been screwed as soon shed pulled up to the spit Now she knows Girls like her dont go The dark streets below These folks got nowhere left to go But the dark streets below The dark streets below The dark streets below The dark streets below The dark streets below
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