Come from the suburbs into the city   They say you can make it   If you're young and pretty   Dreams must be tall   Ain't it a pity   But they say you can make it   If you're young and pretty      So I sit inside my dressing room   Waiting for the band to play   And I wonder what is left to loose   Where is anyone, any way      Outside a neon, face from exhaustion   Screaming with promise of what's inside   But nobody's watching   I go for the money, my wallet's a liar   Nothing inside cause the world is on fire      So I give them that old routine   No one listens, any way   When I fight for what it means   God I wish I had someone here today      So I give them that old routine   No one listens, any way   When I fight for what it means   God I wish I had someone here today      Come from the suburbs into the city   They say you can make it   If you're young and pretty   Come from the sidelines into the city   They say you can make it   If you're young and pretty      They say you can make it   If you're young and pretty