I'm begging you, please don't slam the door
I'm begging you Mr. Whoever-You-Are
There's a paper cup in my pocket
I'm doing tricks for money
I'm begging you for a nickel or two
I'm having fun
I'm making new friends
But there's a time when I've gotta go back again
I'll make it out here on the streets, even if it's just for a few weeks
I look so cute and I know you're looking at me
How many of them got exactly what they want?
It wasn't at the carnival
It was on the merry-go-round
There's my face on the milk carton, they came for me
There's my face up on the billboard, they came for me
But I swear, I'm not going anywhere
This place is nice
I'm so dangerous
The streetlights and the sidewalks were made for us
I've got my dogs and my scraps, and I now I'm never going back
The weight of every world just makes me wanna collapse
It was Tuesday, I turned seventeen
My friends back home were out and looking all over for me
All I've got is their picture in my pocket
All I've got are some charms in my locket
I look so good and my hair is so dirty
How many of them got exactly what they want?
It wasn't at the carnival
It was at the fifty-cents-a-pop
There's my face on the milk carton, they came for me
There's my face up in the newspaper, they came for me
But I swear, I'm not going anywhere