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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tommy Sands
Tommy Sands
Performer
Teddy Randazzo
Teddy Randazzo
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tommy Sands
Tommy Sands
Songwriter
Teddy Randazzo
Teddy Randazzo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Teddy Randazzo
Teddy Randazzo
Producer

Lyrics

Sad so young and yet so old
Had of her body mind and soul
Mad at the world and what it shows her
Bad that’s how everybody knows her
When she was small her parents would beat her for her own good
Everything she said and did was misunderstood
Her momma would hide in a bottle of pills not to face the gloom
Her daddy would come home late at night and sneak into her room
Girl of the night does your momma and daddy know you’re out there
Working the streets body for hire with anyone anywhere
Shooting the pain trying to pretend that you’re the only one
Living in style 48th street favorite child
She ran away to the streets alone
He turned her on one night and took her home
Gave her the prettiest ring she had ever seen
Furs, clothes, he made her feel like a teenage queen
Day by day he gained a little more control of her
Drugs and lies finally took a toll on her
He gave her a line and said baby I’m doing it all for you
If you really love me you’ll do anything I ask you too
Girl of the night does your momma and daddy know you’re out there
Working the streets body for hire with anyone anywhere
Shooting the pain trying to pretend that you’re the only one
Living in style 48th street favorite child
Life is a dim lit room in a cheap motel
Torn is the heart that knows it’s living in hell
Hands keep reaching out and groping her
Cash keeps killing more and more hope in her
Laying there she fantasizes what might have been
If she made enough money she’d never have to work the street again
She sleeps with a boy who promised to make a bride of her
How he made her abort the child she carried inside of her
Girl of the night does your momma and daddy know you’re out there
Working the streets body for hire with anyone anywhere
Shooting the pain trying to pretend that you’re the only one
Living in style 48th street favorite child
48th street favorite child
Written by: Teddy Randazzo, Tommy Sands
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