"We had our neighborhood girl
She Used to hang out, in front of McKinsey's Bar
And we were interested in here and her clientele
We just wonder where she's gone..."
"Oh she's gone?"
"Yes, she's gone, gone, gone."
"I guess she's gone, gone, gone."
"I think I know your neighborhood girl
She lives on my street, now, with eyes of ice
I've seen her in the morning
When she is walking in the sun
And I always thought that she looked kind of nice
She spoke to me once at a party, I think
And I thought at the time that she had had too much to drink
Because she said to me
`There's a backbone gone and I've got to get it back
Before going on...'
Well your neighborhood girl seems to have resigned
She was looking out at people from the back of her mind
And before she went off she spoke to me again
She came up and sai