Junior

Belle on the sparkling ballrooms of Paris
And New Orleans
Kidnapped by a friend of her father
Away from the sweetness of her mother

Killer of the man who stripped her naked
And auctioned her
She cut his throat in a joyful moment

Now and then I tend to forget about the bad times
Is it me or life could be more fun sometimes
Downtown?

Rebel on a sweaty dusty wagon trail to Mexico
Gypsy swirling to the rhythm of the flamenco
Mistress to the handsome renegade who took her out
Who needed her body, but not her love

Now and then I tend to forget about the bad times
Is it me or life could be more fun sometimes
Downtown?

Yes sir, I hear that it's a drag
Yes sir, your pain is mine
I understand, you see
But don't comprehend
I tend to forget, you see
I try to make it plain
Because I'm still a — a junior, a junior
A junior

Girl, you must have learnt a lot from now
You're not a man yet
I'm not a wife yet

Now and then I tend to forget about the bad times
Is it me or life could be more fun sometimes
Downtown?

Yes sir, I hear that it's a drag
Yes sir, your pain is mine
I understand, you see
But don't comprehend
I tend to forget, you see
I try to make it plain
Because I'm still a — a junior, a junior
A junior