Lyrics:

Come from the suburbs into the city They say you can make it If you're young and pretty Dreams must be tall Ain't it a pity But they say you can make it If you're young and pretty So I sit inside my dressing room Waiting for the band to play And I wonder what is left to loose Where is anyone, any way Outside a neon, face from exhaustion Screaming with promise of what's inside But nobody's watching I go for the money, my wallet's a liar Nothing inside cause the world is on fire So I give them that old routine No one listens, any way When I fight for what it means God I wish I had someone here today So I give them that old routine No one listens, any way When I fight for what it means God I wish I had someone here today Come from the suburbs into the city They say you can make it If you're young and pretty Come from the sidelines into the city They say you can make it If you're young and pretty They say you can make it If you're young and pretty