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[aid] => mick
[title] => WILDCHILD
[time] => 2004-07-01 01:41:35
[hometext] => Sorry to those whom I might offend with this... but stop and think... it goes on everyday... life for teens these days is hard... w/ all the stuff that is thrown at them... they're expected to become adults... when really they're still only children...
[bodytext] => She was just fifteen... A teenage queen Who liked to paint the party scene She grew up a small town girl... But she left her small town world... And her small town ways... behind... To chase her dreams... To the bright big city lights 'Cause she's ready to prove to herself and to the world... That she ain't no little girl... anymore Now... she's just a WILDCHILD In the big city... Totally out of control A hot flame... partying all most every night... All night long Burning totally out of sight... She's a WILDCHILD In the big city... With a sweet... crazy... wild desire To do anything... to set her heart afire She's just a WILDCHILD... In the big city... Totally out of control Who has lost soul to those things in life that aren't really whole... Sex... drugs... alcohol... And that good old rock and roll Since... she has come to the big city... She's been forced to become... a little lady... of the night She'll do anything... she's told... for a price.... If you've got a burning sensation... She's got the soothing medication 'Cause she's just a WILDCHILD... of the night She's just a WILDCHILD... In the big city... Totally out of control Who has lost soul to those things in life that aren't really whole... Sex... drugs... alcohol... And that good old rock and roll She's just a WILDCHILD In the big city... Totally out of control And now... she doesn't know... How to regain control... of her life 'Cause her wild ways... have caught up with her... tonight She's hit rock bottom... she's been left in the dirt... Now... she's a child of those bloody streets... The concrete pounding beneath her feet Her wild ways won't help her... now She's left to fend for herself... somehow A WILDCHILD left wandering... Roaming through the cold... dark nights As she fights to survive... She's a WILDCHILD... (In the big city...) (That's so... so right) She's a WILDCHILD... (In the big city...) (That's so... so right) She's a WILDCHILD... (In the big city...) (That's so... so right) She's a WILDCHILD... (In the big city...) Roaming the wild streets at night She's a WILDCHILD... (In the big city...) (That's so... so right) She's a wild... wild... WILDCHILD [comments] => 3 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 34 [informant] => kidpoet_213 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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