Sometimes I think of all the places where I don't
wanna go
Then I think of all the things that I don't wanna do
And when I think of all the people that I don't wanna
meet
I close my eyes and go to sleep
Tully, baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars
I'm the prince of poverty hangin' out in bars
Your life's a Mercedes, a mansion with a pool
My life's on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel
Your obviousness disgusts me I see thru your macho
lies
I'll fight everything you stand for
There's something in your purse baby, my head is
getting sore
Maybe what we had was just green cornDanger in shape of something wild
stranger dressed in black
she's a hungry child
No one knows who she is
or what name is
I don't know where she came from
or what her game is
Hot child in the city
hot child in the city
running wild and looking pretty
hot child in the city
so young to be loose and on her own
young boys, they all want to take her home
she goes downtown and the boys all stop and stair
when she goes downtown she walks like she just don't care
Hot child in the city
hot child in the city
running wild and looking pretty
hot child in the city
Come on down to my place baby
we'll talk about love
come on down to my place woman
we'll make love
Hot child in the city
hot child in the city
she'd kinda dangerous
hot child in the city
young child
running wld and looking pretty
young child, running wild
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Hot child in the city