| Me and the other kids from the neighborhood | 
| We played out on the street all summer long | 
| Rule was, we had to go home at night when the street lights came on | 
| We were oblivious to the rest of the world | 
| And we’d hold up the cars in the street | 
| And we’d always play boys against girls, and both sides would cheat | 
| Strange men would stop their cars at the curb | 
| And say, «hey, sweetheart, come here.» | 
| I’d go up to the window and they’d have their dick out in their hand | 
| And a sick little sneer | 
| I’d say, «here we go again | 
| Yeah, ok, this time you win.» | 
| And I’d feel dirty, I’d feel ashamed | 
| But I wouldn’t let it stop my game | 
| We would play hide and go seek | 
| And territory would be the whole block | 
| Sometimes the older boys, when they’d find you | 
| They wouldn’t want to tag you, they’d just wanna «talk.» | 
| They’d say «what would you do for a quarter? | 
| Come on, we don’t have much time.» | 
| Then I’d think for a minute and say,"ok, give me the quarter first.fine." | 
| This time you win | 
| Here we go again | 
| And I would feel dirty and I’d feel ashamed | 
| But I wouldn’t let it stop my game | 
| I remember my first trip alone on the greyhound bus | 
| A man put his hands on me as soon as night fell | 
| I remember when I was leaving, how excited I was | 
| I remember when I arrived, I didn’t feel so well | 
| I remember a teacher in school that got me so sick, so scared | 
| That I went into the bathroom and threw up in my hair | 
| And I could go on and on, it just gets worse | 
| And I should probably stop | 
| Girl, next time he wants to know what your problem is | 
| Girl, next time he wants to know where the anger comes from | 
| Just tell him this time the problem’s his | 
| Tell him the anger just comes | 
| It just comes |