She was born in an oil drum south side of Chicago When East St. Louis was not far awayShe'd lace knives to her boots and go down to the riverbeds Get around and around till the night became dayThe cannery fellows would follow her everywhere From the grocery store to the B.Q.E.With their hearts all aglow from her icy bag at the stairway Her teeth became tight when her eyes couldn't seeAnd she told herself that this all was enough For a girl that was born in an oil drumShe had her skates didn't need lots of stuff She didn't need everything she still wanted someMore and more for the betterShe had one thing that she liked and she kept around So he'd take it with her to the riverbedAs she skated she thought of a pretty sound That she heard as a girl in her mother's bedThe sound of algoBreathing another breath in and outAs her lungs expand and contract like they doAnd she looked at herself in the eyes of the riverbedAnd she saw a girl in which she could see throughAnd she told herself that this all was enoughFor a girl that was born on a dryShe had her skates, didn't need lights, I'm stuckShe didn't need it but she still wanted someOh yeahOh yeahShe still wanted someShe still needed someOh yeahOh yeahShe still wanted someShe still needed someOh yeahOh yeahOh yeahOh babyOh yeahOh yeahOh yeahOh yeahOh yeahOh yeahOh yeahOh yeahOh yeahOh yeahOh yeah