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On the street where you liveGirls talk about their social livesThey’re made of lipstick, plastic and paintA touch of sable in their eyesall your life all you’ve askedWhen’s your Daddy gonna talk to you?But you were living in another worldTrying to get your message throughNo one heard a single word you saidThey should have seen it in your eyesWhat was going around your headOh, she’s a little runawayDaddy’s girl learned fastAll those things she couldn’t sayOoh, she’s a little runawayTake a line line every nightGuaranteed to blow your mindI see you out on the streetsCalling for a wild timeSo you sit home alone‘Cause there’s nothing left that you can doThere’s only pictures hung in the shadowsLeft there to look at youYou know she likes the lightsAt night on the neon Broadway signsShe don’t really mindIt’s only love she hoped to findOh, she’s a little runawayDaddy’s girl learned fastAll those things she couldn’t sayOoh, she’s a little runawayNo one heard a single word you saidThey should have seen it in your eyes (seen it in your eyes)What was going around your headOh, she’s a little runawayDaddy’s girl learned fastAll those things she couldn’t sayOh, she’s a little runawayDaddy’s girl learned fastNow she works the night awayOh, she’s a little runawayDaddy’s girl learned fastAll those things she couldn’t sayOh, she’s a little runawayDaddy’s girl learned fastNow she works the night away