Sweet Child

There she is again
Sweet child on the street
No shoes on her feet
There she is again
There she is again
Dressed in something old
Boy, the ground is cold
There she is again
Sweet child
Is she lonely?
Wishing she could only
Touch the love that’s lacking
In her home
In her home
With her mind expanded
Standing empty-handed
Firm in her conviction
It’s too late to be straight
There she is again
Sweet child on the street
No shoes on her feet
There she is again
With her mind expanded
Standing empty-handed
Firm in her conviction
It’s too late to be straight
There she is again
Sweet child on the street
No shoes on her feet
There she is again