Little girl, we gotta talk soon You can't come on the road with me Little girl, we gotta walk soon This is a two-man band, no room for three You were always happy and you made me happy too 'Til that first-cla** letter came one day Saying there's a tour and I'll be gone about a month And you wanna come along, yeah, and you know that it's all wrong Little girl, I don't mean to hurt you You know I never want to break your heart Little girl, how I'm gonna miss you And these four weeks will drag while we're apart If I could take you with me, well, believe me girl, I would But right now, I just can't afford that life The backstreet clubs I play in wouldn't turn you on one bit And you'd only end up crying, and you wanna come back home Come back home Little girl Little girl If I could take you with me, well, believe me girl, I would But right now, I just can't afford that life The backstreet clubs I play in wouldn't turn you on one bit And you'd only end up crying, and you wanna come back home Little girl Little girl.