There she goes walking down the streets, Janie never hurt nobody
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She's a punk rocker from Queens, a sex pistol, a real tease
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Janie jumped the R into the city, to meet the gals on Avenue B
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She walked in McKensey's Pub, to find 3 punks wanting to fight her
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She's an outcast, a rebel, a misfit
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She's out of step of society
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She wears fishnets tights, a studded vest
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Leopard print creepers and bondage pants
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Rebel, rebel she tore her vest
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Rebel, rebel her face is a mess
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She's a riot girl, she's so automatic
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A riot girl yeah she's pretty rotten!
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Janie kicked and fought her way out, 3 on 1 she caught it hard
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Friday night the following week, she went back to 6th and B
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Sat on a stool and lit a cigarette, ordered herself a coke and gin
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Jumped up and ran into the streets, she swore revenge!
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Yeah, see ya next week!
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20 years gone bad, Janie Hawk ain't the same
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She doesn't smile, she doesn't cry, she doesn't have much to say
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She wears her hawk down and her way cool studded vest
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Janie's lost her mind in her thoughts, yet her heart, it still remains
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Hey ho - let's go!
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Woh oh oh
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Woh oh oh
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Janie Hawk
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| Roger Miret And The Disasters |
