Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? You left for London, when you were nineteen I bought you a fur coat when you were fifteen You wore it to the disco, where everyone was in jeans But you were just a rich girl, and only having fun Your worn out

I wanna kiss a girl I wanna hold her tight Don't wanna go too far just to take it slow Maybe make a little magic in the moonlight But I shouldn't be lonely in this big old world Do you wanna try? Are you ready to say good-bye to all these blues? To kiss

Vibe, vibe, vibe She's got that vibe You've got that vibe Go to work on me You've, you've, you've got that Girl you've got To pump it up a little more

Daddy's little girl ain't a girl no more I'm a negative creep This is getting to be This is out of our reach I'm a negative creep and I'm stoned! This is out of our range This is out of our reach and it's grown This is getting to be drone I'm a negative

She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl Nobody feels any pain Tonight as I stand inside the rain Ev’rybody knows That Baby’s got new clothes But lately I see her ribbons and

So everybody just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me Guess who's back, guess who's back? Now this looks like a job for me I said, this looks like a job for me Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside,

You are on the road Can I get a little lovin' from you Can I get a little bit of that done did do Tell me now girl that you need me too Tell me now girl cause I've got a feeling for you There are no monks in my band There are no saints in this land I'll

Little girl, little girl And find yourself with your face in the gutter You're a stray for the Salvation Army There is no place like home Little one, little one From the river to the street When you've got no place to go Why are you crying?

Why don't you You could be anything Why don't you be with me Like your daddy told you when you were a little girl Your momma brought you up in a women's world Why don't you be my drink, be my song, be my bed, be my car, be my photograph Be my day, be my

There's something in the air So dry your lily eyes don't be so cruel A little celebration Using all you know it's meant for fools This is a celebration Hang your weary head you seem defeated Like the little girl you've been with cheated And in the