On the street where you live girls talk about their social lives
They're made of lipstick, plastic and paint, a touch of sable in their eyes
All your life all you’ve asked when’s your daddy gonna talk to you
You were living in another world trying to get your message through.
No one heard a single word you said.
They should have seen it in your eyes
What was going around your heart.
Chorus:
Ooh, she’s a little runaway.
Daddy’s girl learned fast
All those things he couldn’t say.
Ooh, she’s a little runaway. ...