Here it goes She dips low Under the covers Of youth under fire Passion fueled by desire Burn your dreams hot knives on the stove Nothing in the refrigerator A memo to call mom later The stains on your carpet Your love waits in the market The one you'll never meet Because you were too busy Tweaking on the street Oh the bitter sweet irony Of your fathers words Just another wild girl With wanderlust Wandering from day to day Lust for a man who pays Lost in sea of her own tears She fades with the sun Month after month Year after year Another chain reaction daughter Who grew up without a father