(Marcella Detroit)

I met you in a magazine

A candy store, for every girl's dreams

Your black eyes seemed to cry and say

I never wanted to be this way



Oh, kidd

They use you and they say you're to blame

Accuse you

And you're the one who's wastin'

Away, you're wastin' away...



Come back when you're underfed

A diana doll, lookin' half-dead

Now that you're a superstar

You'll never notice how gone you are



Oh, kidd

They use you and they say you're to blame

Accuse you

And you're the one who's wastin'

Away, you're wastin' away.....



Down with the garbage

Where every good goddess goes

And when you're gone

Another lamb wears your clothes, oh kidd!!



They use you and they say you're to blame

Accuse you, and you're the one who's wastin'

Away, you're wastin;

Away, you're wastin

Away,

You're wastin' away.........