She's just seventeen
Could have been a beauty queen
Now her left cheek is bruised
So she covers it with rouge
She has strawberry hair
Bright lips and a skin so fair
Takes a hit of her cigarette
As a spider on is web

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Bad man in a fancy car
He said "Come on girl, I'll make you a star"
Bad man rolled his window down
He said "I'm your way out"
Bad man in a fancy car
He said "Come on girl, I'll make you a star"
Bad man rolled his window down
He said " I'm your way out"

She's just seventeen
A vision in painted-on jeans
She's a hooker by night
A shadow in the distant light
Somebody's pulling over
Another man undercover
He flashes money from inside
As honey drips from the hive

CHORUS

She lost her way in
Now she's trying to get out
She's climbing a barbed-wire fence
But he's holding her down, down

CHORUS