I met this girl workin' on the streets one summer's day
When she told me all about her dreams
Said she told she could get on up and she could just fly away
I said, now where the hell would you be goin'
She said I really don't know my baby
But let me tell you this
These streets, they may be mean
But if I left them, you know I'd be missed
I said that we should go, little girl
I said why don't we go
She left me out there standin' by the side of the road
I said you better take it slow, little girl
I said you better take it slow
Beware the ways of our city
Well the first day, she's in the valley
The second day she's getting high
The third day she's run out of money
And the fourth day, that’s when she gonna
Die, die, die, die die die
When she came to the city she was just lookin' for some wings
But she found only the crack cocaine and the heroin
And she really was flyin' getting high most every night
But I said until the day she saw the light
She'd just taken two steps into her favorite bar
The man sittin' in the back he said, my girl, I know just who you are
She died in the bathroom with a needle in her arm
I cried ohhhh, ohh, ohh, ohh
I said you better take it slow, little girl
I said you better take it slow
Beware the ways of our city
Written By Ian Lacombe
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