I wonder where she goes every day
Into the darkness of the night
Without saying a word
Without batting an eye.

I wonder what she eats every day
Burgers? Tacos? Pizzas? Fries?
Or the staple food
From the thrash by her side.

I wonder what she wears everyday
Is she crazy about fashion?
Cause those ripped jeans,
Oh! So natural.

Have you seen this girl,
Who sits on the corner of the sidewalk,
Down the lane,
In front of your house?