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My head, it hurts
Each day it's getting worse
My looks and smile
Have now become my curse
Tight lips, red skirt
The never ending street
Big car, little man
My lover for a fee
So if you see me will you just drive on by
Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye
And did you want me? Well I guess I want you
Oh pretty baby how could you?
Standing in the rain
Milk carton mug-shot baby
Missing since 1983
Standing in the rain
Twenty years of dirty needles
Raindrops runnin' through my veins
My head it hurts
Each day its getting worse
No sun, my room
Has now become my hearse
Cold sores, I'm beat
Got bruises on my feet
My pride, these men
Have taken it from me
So if you see me will you just drive on by
Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye
And did you want me? Well I guess I want you
Oh pretty baby how could you?
Standing in the rain
Milk carton mug-shot baby
Missing since 1983
Standing in the rain
Twenty years of dirty needles
Raindrops runnin' through my veins
Standing in the rain
Milk carton mug-shot baby
Missing since 1983
Standing in the rain
Twenty years of dirty needles
Raindrops runnin' through my veins
So if you see me will you just drive on by
Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye
And did you want me? Well I guess I want you
Oh pretty baby how could you?
Standing in the rain
Standing in the rain
Standing in the rain
Milk carton mug-shot baby
Mother, I have lost my way
Standing in the rain
Milk carton mug-shot baby
Missing since 1983
Standing in the rain
Twenty years of dirty needles
Raindrops runnin' though my veins
Standing in the rain
Mother, I have lost my way
Standing in the rain
Mother, I have lost my way
Each day it's getting worse
My looks and smile
Have now become my curse
Tight lips, red skirt
The never ending street
Big car, little man
My lover for a fee
So if you see me will you just drive on by
Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye
And did you want me? Well I guess I want you
Oh pretty baby how could you?
Standing in the rain
Milk carton mug-shot baby
Missing since 1983
Standing in the rain
Twenty years of dirty needles
Raindrops runnin' through my veins
My head it hurts
Each day its getting worse
No sun, my room
Has now become my hearse
Cold sores, I'm beat
Got bruises on my feet
My pride, these men
Have taken it from me
So if you see me will you just drive on by
Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye
And did you want me? Well I guess I want you
Oh pretty baby how could you?
Standing in the rain
Milk carton mug-shot baby
Missing since 1983
Standing in the rain
Twenty years of dirty needles
Raindrops runnin' through my veins
Standing in the rain
Milk carton mug-shot baby
Missing since 1983
Standing in the rain
Twenty years of dirty needles
Raindrops runnin' through my veins
So if you see me will you just drive on by
Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye
And did you want me? Well I guess I want you
Oh pretty baby how could you?
Standing in the rain
Standing in the rain
Standing in the rain
Milk carton mug-shot baby
Mother, I have lost my way
Standing in the rain
Milk carton mug-shot baby
Missing since 1983
Standing in the rain
Twenty years of dirty needles
Raindrops runnin' though my veins
Standing in the rain
Mother, I have lost my way
Standing in the rain
Mother, I have lost my way
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No good emotion baby Missing since 1983" retard. it says " milk carton mug shot baby missing since 1983" so the lyrics guy is fucking dumb
does not have anything to do with her family blood, dirty water puddles, or the effect of doing drugs too many times...
When you inject heroin it feels like a rush of "raindrops" flowing down on you through your veins,
it's a commonly used expression that is obviously being used to enhance the description of this prostitute's addiction.
One of the highlights of your album is Standing In The Rain, which doesn’t seem to get mentioned much in the press. What were you thinking when you wrote that song?
A lot of people don’t like that song. We were recording our album in Vancouver, a very big port city where a lot of drugs flow—especially heroin. There’s a small area of about four blocks that is the most polluted, desolate area that has just been raped and pillaged by heroin. It’s almost hard to believe that it exists in North America. Prostitution and crime is also very high right by where we were recording. I remember walking, and I saw this girl. She was about my age, she was a prostitute, and it looked like the world had given up on her. It was weird, because I locked eyes with her, and saw her quite a few times. Ian wrote a song, and brought the music to Standing In The Rain. It was dirty, but beautiful and very hopeful and triumphant. While writing lyrics for it, I thought, “How did Sting ever write a song about prostitution without the stupid ’80s way of doing coke and banging hookers?” He wrote Roxanne in a very insightful sort of way. I went home for a couple days, and wrote Standing In The Rain with a napkin and a pen while flying back from Vancouver.
I live in Van right now and it definitely makes sense, check out the interview:
One of the highlights of your album is Standing In The Rain, which doesn’t seem to get mentioned much in the press. What were you thinking when you wrote that song?
A lot of people don’t like that song. We were recording our album in Vancouver, a very big port city where a lot of drugs flow—especially heroin. There’s a small area of about four blocks that is the most polluted, desolate area that has just been raped and pillaged by heroin. It’s almost hard to believe that it exists in North America. Prostitution and crime is also very high right by where we were recording. I remember walking, and I saw this girl. She was about my age, she was a prostitute, and it looked like the world had given up on her. It was weird, because I locked eyes with her, and saw her quite a few times. Ian wrote a song, and brought the music to Standing In The Rain. It was dirty, but beautiful and very hopeful and triumphant. While writing lyrics for it, I thought, “How did Sting ever write a song about prostitution without the stupid ’80s way of doing coke and banging hookers?” He wrote Roxanne in a very insightful sort of way. I went home for a couple days, and wrote Standing In The Rain with a napkin and a pen while flying back from Vancouver.
just an opinion.
crack whores. :)
lol.
But it does make sence, no?
considering billy talent writes mainly about deep stuff.
its about a girl who died from adaid and being a prositude but noone knew were she was for loong time
they found story in the newspaper long time ago
This is great!
Is about DTES Vancouver.