Beauty queen of only eighteen

She had some trouble with herself

He was always there to help her

She belonged to someone else

I drove from miles and miles and wound up at your door

I've had you so many times but somehow I want more

I don't mind spending everyday

Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Look for the girl with the broken smile

Ask her if she wants to stayfor a while

And she will be loved

And she will be loved