Just sixteen, hungry and lean,
Out on the streets alone.
Nobody there at all, to catch you when you fall.
No place to call your own.
A prince of night,
Neon lights,
In jeans and worn out shoes.
Just sixteen, hungry and lean,
Out on the streets alone.
Nobody there at all, to catch you when you fall.
No place to call your own.
A prince of night,
Neon lights,
In jeans and worn out shoes.