He don't hang around with the gang no more, he don't do the wild things that he did before, he used to act bad, used to but he quit it, it makes me so sad, I know that he did it for me. And I can see his heart is out in the street.
Can't seem to find a place to turn.
Can't seem to find any place to go.
Once in awhile I meet a few people.
And instead of asking very nice,
they try to give me some advice.
On maybe, how to act.
On maybe, how to walk.
On maybe, how to talk.
They think they know where it's at.
They think they can think about ....