I know the hot nights
And I know the red lights
I've been in these places before
I know the dancers
The way they are acting
And dropping their clothes on the floor
I know the drinkers And I know the hookers
The way they are searching for more
I know the backstreets The rooms of the
junkies And I'm not a little girl anymore
Some girls grow up somehow
Leave their hometown somehow
If you don't know by now You will find out somehow
Some girls grow
up somehow Leave their hometown somehow
If you don't know,
there's no doubt about it You will find out
You still
remember the sweet little girl
You asked for her very first date
We kissed on the porches and we had a run
Because it was getting so late
And we got older And you went away
Got your postcards,
got real tears And I moved to this city
But you didn't ask me
What I had been through all these years
Some girls grow up somehow
Leave their hometown somehow
If you don't know by now You will find out somehow
If you don't know,
there's no doubt about it You will find out
Leave their hometown somehow
If you don't know,
there's no doubt about it
You will find out