Slow down, little girl
You've lost your way in this world
Slow down and start again
You'll feel much better in the endAnnie's always been a live one
Says the matroness
She never cries, she never lets her sorrows
Get the best of herShe makes a kind of music
Of the buttons popping off her dress
She knows that's just the way it goes
On the dark streets belowAdelle came from a decent town
Scraped by for first month's rent
Guessed with her brain
She could find a job in managementShe showed promise in algebra
But now her talent's spent
On other people's dough
On the dark streets belowSo get up, kid, you're [Incomprehensible]
I never knew a time when you wouldn't take a betSlow down, little girl
You've lost your way in this world
Slow down, start again
You'll feel much better in the endAugust from the old country
Came over on a ship
It was like a floating oil drum
Had barely made the tripShe knew that she'd been screwed
As soon she'd pulled up on the spit
Now she knows [Incomprehensible]
The dark streets belowThese folks got nowhere left to go
But the dark streets belowThe dark streets below
The dark streets below
The dark streets below
The dark streets below
Songwriters
Matthew Taylor Armstrong;Adam Michael Turla;Sarah Jackson Balliet;Dagan ThogersonPublished by
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