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Slow down, little girl

 You've lost your way in this world

 Slow down and start again

 You'll feel much better in the end

[Enter trumpets] Am

 "Annie's always been a live one," says the matroness

 She never cries, she never lets her sorrows get the best of her

 She makes a kind of music of the buttons popping off her dress

 She knows it's just the way it goes on the dark streets below.

 [Trumpets]

 Adele came from a decent town, scraped by for her first month's rent

 Guessed with her brains she could find a job in management

 She showed promise in algebra but now her talent's spent

 Counting other people's dough on the dark... streets below!

 [More trumpets]

 So get up kid, you're not licked yet!

 I never knew a time when you wouldn't take a bet

 Slooooooooow down, little girl

 You've lost your way in this world

 Slow down and start again

 You'll feel much better in the end

August's from the old country, came over on a ship

 It was like a floating oil drum, it barely made the trip

 She knew that she'd been screwed as soon as she pulled up to the spit

 Now she knows it's girls like her who compose the dark streets below

 These folks got nowhere left to go but the dark streets below

 The dark streets below

 The dark streets below

 The dark streets below

 The dark streets below!