She's just seventeen Could have been a beauty queen Now her left cheek is bruised So she covers it with rouge She has strawberry hair Bright lips and a skin so fair Takes a hit of her cigarette As a spider on is web CHORUS: Bad man in a fancy car He said "Come on girl, I'll make you a star" Bad man rolled his window down He said "I'm your way out" Bad man in a fancy car He said "Come on girl, I'll make you a star" Bad man rolled his window down He said " I'm your way out" She's just seventeen A vision in painted-on jeans She's a hooker by night A shadow in the distant light Somebody's pulling over Another man undercover He flashes money from inside As honey drips from the hive CHORUS She lost her way in Now she's trying to get out She's climbing a barbed-wire fence But he's holding her down, down CHORUS