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