Well I know your tired of waking up on the floor
pushed to the edge with nothing heading home
using your clothes as a blanket and a bed
holding your hands just to lay your head
I know you donÕt remember ever falling down
Who picked you up, who gathered around
But, you donÕt have to be his girl
You donÕt have to be my girl
You can always be your own girl
With the sound of the feet to follow your self to sleep