Slow down, little girl You've lost your way in this world Slow down, and start again You'll feel much better in the end Annie's 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 bu*tons popping off her dress She knows that's just the way it goes On the dark streets below Adelle came from a decent town, scraped by for first month's rent Guessed with her brain she could find a job in management She showed promise in algebra but now her talent's spent On other people's dough On the dark streets below So get up kid You're not licked yet I never knew a time When you wouldn't take a bet Slow down, little girl You've lost your way in this world Slow down, start again You'll 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 she'd been screwed as soon she'd pulled up to the spit Now she knows (Girls like her don't 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