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?

You've got a girl at home, And everybody knows that, Everybody knows that, Don't look at me, Ah ah, don't look at me, Everybody knows that. And it would be a fine proposition, If I was a stupid girl, I see you turn off your phone,