I spy a girl walking down the street she's black and blue and she ain't upbeat her eyes hang low, you can see the grey lids: hey girl, how did you get into this? She ain't that old, she might be young there's a hint that she may once more be strong but her eyes look down, you can see the grey lids: hey girl, how did you get into this? She's thin as a discarded garden rake - she probably knew what was at stake when she went for the Right that turned out Wrong; hey girl, come with me and sing my song; but before you do take a look at you are you seeing what a stranger is gonna see too? Can you feel the pulse, can you fell the beat did you ever enjoy that bang-bang heat and do you belong within this sad scheme do you think it's really your only thing? Hey banged-up girl, come along and see just how things are if you'll listen to me.