Its Fun To Run Homeless Chic Lyrics - Rachel Jacobs

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I'm begging you, please don't slam the door.
I'm begging you Mr. Whoever-You-Are.
There's a paper cup in my pocket.
I'm doing tricks for money.
I'm begging you for a nickel or two.
I'm having fun.
I'm making new friends.
But there's a time when I've gotta go back again.
I'll make it out here on the streets, even if it's just for a few weeks.
I look so cute and I know you're looking at me.

How many of them got exactly what they want?
It wasn't at the carnival.
It was on the merry-go-round.
There's my face on the milk carton, they came for me.
There's my face up on the billboard, they came for me.
But I swear, I'm not going anywhere.

This place is nice.
I'm so dangerous.
The streetlights and the sidewalks were made for us.
I've got my dogs and my scraps, and I now I'm never going back.
The weight of every world just makes me wanna collapse.
It was Tuesday, I turned seventeen.
My friends back home were out and looking all over for me.
All I've got is their picture in my pocket.
All I've got are some charms in my locket.
I look so good and my hair is so dirty.

How many of them got exactly what they want?
It wasn't at the carnival.
It was at the fifty-cents-a-pop.
There's my face on the milk carton, they came for me.
There's my face up in the newspaper, they came for me.
But I swear, I'm not going anywhere.

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