Rachel Jacobs - It's Fun To Run (Homeless Chic) lyrics

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