Her parents tell her she’s a real handful They say she’s really lost it now, a nice girl Gone completely wrong And for years they kept her in this metaphorical sort of straightjacket But she’ll see the world regardless And she’s so fucking liberated She’ll pray for that boy tonight before she goes to bed But she won’t let herself fall in love with him Not tonight She’d rather dance in this moonlight in bare feet Lose herself in a crowd of people In front of Johnny Rockets, South Street Take a...