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camwynThere are times - not often, but times - when I wonder whether it might not be simpler to live in a normal person's head instead of my own. Lately, such wonderings have been provoked by the radio. I forget exactly when it cropped up for the first time. I want to say on the drive home from New York on New Year's Night, but I'm not certain... I was listening to the radio and an old Bon Jovi song, 'Runaway', came on.
On the street where you live girls talk about their social lives
They're made of lipstick, plastic and paint, a touch of sable in their eyes
All your life all you've asked when's your Daddy gonna talk to you
You were living in another world tryin' to get your message through.
No one heard a single word you said.
They should have seen it in your eyes
What was going around your heart.
[Chorus:]
Ooh, she's a little runaway.
Daddy's girl learned fast
All those things he couldn't say.
Ooh, she's a little runaway.
A different line every night guaranteed to blow your mind
See you out on the streets, call me for a wild time
So you sit home alone 'cause there's nothing left that you can do
There's only pictures hung in the shadows left there to look at you
You know she likes the lights at nights on the neon Broadway signs
She don't really mind, it's only love she hoped to find
[Repeat chorus]
No one heard a single word she said
They should have seen it in your eyes
What was going around your heart
Ooh, she's a little runaway
Daddy's girl learned fast
All those things he couldn't say
Ooh, she's a little runaway
Daddy's girl learned fast
Now she walks the night away
Ooh, she's a little runaway
Daddy's girl learned fast
All those things he couldn't say
Ooh, she's a little runaway
Daddy's girl learned fast
Now she walks the night away
A normal person would listen to that, think 'ooh, teen runaway prostitute' and leave it at that. But noooo, my brain couldn't leave it alone, especially since I thought he was saying 'works' (as in 'working girl') instead of 'walks'...
Daddy's rich. Daddy's got money. Daddy doesn't pay as much attention to his daughter as he ought. Daddy has stuff from all over the world that he seems to value more than his little girl - books, artifacts, weapons, you name it. Daddy's fifteen year old daughter - okay, thirteen, she'd have to start at thirteen - wants his attention, right? So maybe he'll pay more attention to her if she shows an interest in the stuff that he likes more than he likes her, yes? Even if that means learning Japanese and figuring out how to use all the pointy things in Daddy's 'don't ever touch this' collection? Right.
Daddy's little girl is out on the streets every night doing unimatginable things, things that'd blow his mind if he ever figured them out, because sweet little fifteen-year old Jenny's figured out exactly what's in Daddy's foreign books. She had to do it all by herself for a while, but then Daddy's foreign contacts - or possibly someone else - encountered her and offered to teach her more than she ever thought to learn. True, Daddy would never have a chance of finding out if she did it right, but at least it meant someone would be paying attention to her...
Jenny Rhoades, the self-taught freelance ninja. *sigh*
On the street where you live girls talk about their social lives
They're made of lipstick, plastic and paint, a touch of sable in their eyes
All your life all you've asked when's your Daddy gonna talk to you
You were living in another world tryin' to get your message through.
No one heard a single word you said.
They should have seen it in your eyes
What was going around your heart.
[Chorus:]
Ooh, she's a little runaway.
Daddy's girl learned fast
All those things he couldn't say.
Ooh, she's a little runaway.
A different line every night guaranteed to blow your mind
See you out on the streets, call me for a wild time
So you sit home alone 'cause there's nothing left that you can do
There's only pictures hung in the shadows left there to look at you
You know she likes the lights at nights on the neon Broadway signs
She don't really mind, it's only love she hoped to find
[Repeat chorus]
No one heard a single word she said
They should have seen it in your eyes
What was going around your heart
Ooh, she's a little runaway
Daddy's girl learned fast
All those things he couldn't say
Ooh, she's a little runaway
Daddy's girl learned fast
Now she walks the night away
Ooh, she's a little runaway
Daddy's girl learned fast
All those things he couldn't say
Ooh, she's a little runaway
Daddy's girl learned fast
Now she walks the night away
A normal person would listen to that, think 'ooh, teen runaway prostitute' and leave it at that. But noooo, my brain couldn't leave it alone, especially since I thought he was saying 'works' (as in 'working girl') instead of 'walks'...
Daddy's rich. Daddy's got money. Daddy doesn't pay as much attention to his daughter as he ought. Daddy has stuff from all over the world that he seems to value more than his little girl - books, artifacts, weapons, you name it. Daddy's fifteen year old daughter - okay, thirteen, she'd have to start at thirteen - wants his attention, right? So maybe he'll pay more attention to her if she shows an interest in the stuff that he likes more than he likes her, yes? Even if that means learning Japanese and figuring out how to use all the pointy things in Daddy's 'don't ever touch this' collection? Right.
Daddy's little girl is out on the streets every night doing unimatginable things, things that'd blow his mind if he ever figured them out, because sweet little fifteen-year old Jenny's figured out exactly what's in Daddy's foreign books. She had to do it all by herself for a while, but then Daddy's foreign contacts - or possibly someone else - encountered her and offered to teach her more than she ever thought to learn. True, Daddy would never have a chance of finding out if she did it right, but at least it meant someone would be paying attention to her...
Jenny Rhoades, the self-taught freelance ninja. *sigh*
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Date: 2003-01-09 09:05 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-01-10 08:52 am (UTC)Hey, we could make this into a TV series...
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Date: 2003-01-10 09:29 am (UTC)Now, as an action show, it's another story. Although there's still a danger of ha-ha-funny-dumb-man, if only because Daddy can really only be a complete Lois Duh moron about his daughter for so long - and then there's the whole 'I'm sorry, Dad, but the clan law says I have to kill you now' thing.
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Date: 2003-01-10 07:28 pm (UTC)This is brilliant.
Luv it!
Date: 2003-01-10 08:26 pm (UTC)