Girl’s Story The Outfield
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She was born and raised in Harlem
Where, man you know it's tough
She was living in the fast lane
She was never quite fast enough
Sensed a movement in the darkness
And a flash that fills the night
[?] with a switchblade tries to take her life
Baby calm down, take another glance
Baby calm down, you got a second chance
Baby calm down, take another glance
You got a second chance
Then the police arrive in numbers
And the crowd just stands and stares
And there's a cop, thinks he's James Dean
Running fingers through his hair
Swears she never heard the footsteps, not a clue that he was there
Trying so hard to remember, but the police don't seem to care
Baby calm down, take another glance
Baby calm down, you got a second chance
Baby calm down, take another glance
You got a second chance
She was born and raised in Harlem
Where, man you know it's tough
She was living in the fast lane
She was never quite fast enough
Sensed a movement in the darkness
And a flash that fills the night
[?] with a switchblade tries to take her life
Where, man you know it's tough
She was living in the fast lane
She was never quite fast enough
Sensed a movement in the darkness
And a flash that fills the night
[?] with a switchblade tries to take her life
Baby calm down, take another glance
Baby calm down, you got a second chance
Baby calm down, take another glance
You got a second chance
Then the police arrive in numbers
And the crowd just stands and stares
And there's a cop, thinks he's James Dean
Running fingers through his hair
Swears she never heard the footsteps, not a clue that he was there
Trying so hard to remember, but the police don't seem to care
Baby calm down, take another glance
Baby calm down, you got a second chance
Baby calm down, take another glance
You got a second chance
She was born and raised in Harlem
Where, man you know it's tough
She was living in the fast lane
She was never quite fast enough
Sensed a movement in the darkness
And a flash that fills the night
[?] with a switchblade tries to take her life
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