This song is about a girl
Who ripped me off
She was dope sick

Dope sick girl hit and run
She took my money
Eighty seven dollars gone
Now she's running

How was I to know
That girl could take my heart
Everywhere she go
Dope sick girl a rig and a ride she got no freedom
Little demon gonna hide inside she's gotta feed them

How was I I to know
That girl could take my heart everywhere she go
Everywhere, everywhere she go

Dope sick girl there she was at the methadone clinic
She drank a coup called it a base coat
She swore not to get back in it

How was I I to know
That girl could take my heart everywhere she go

Dope sick girl gotta rig and a ride to New York City
Gonna run away gonna watch it burn in the heart of New York City

How was I I to know
That girl could take my heart everywhere she go

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG