Simone, Michelle, Emma, Justine, Maria

Intro. x 4 Verse 1 She walks down along High Street, as the evening falls. Looking into the windows, shiny and bright. Down past the video parlours, hear them whistle and call. Beginning to wonder now, where she'll sleep tonight. Verse 2. She's not feeling to healthy, wondering if it shows. And does it really matter, at the end of the day. She's starting to thinking that she needs new clothes. Beginning to wonder now, where she's gonna stay. Simone, Michelle and Emma. Justine or Maria. The one you would never let out of your sights. Intro But here she is walking down High Street in the middle of a Saturday night. Verse 3 Down past the Bingo Hall, she walks on the other side. It seemed like a good idea to stay out of the way. Cause maybe her mother's there. And she'ld rather hide. She doesn't need to know, what her mother would say. Chours. Simone, Michelle and Emma. Justine or Maria. The one you would never let out of your sights. But here she is walking down walking up walking. Would she rather be happy, would she rather be cool. Like the groovy young mum at the Collingwood Pool. Have a boyfriend call and say, "Are you feeling all right?" But here she is walking down High Street in the middle of a Saturday night. Intro. x 4 over the top of this . All alone on a Saturday night, in the winter on a Saturday night, all alone on a Saturday night