On the dance floor at the disco
With her blonde hair all disheveled
And her blue eyes wet with tears
I said, what's the matter, baby?
She said, enough with my daddy
So I held her little white hand
So I took her in the rhythm
Of the dance floor at the disco
And we cuddled to slow dancing
She was laughing, she was lovely,
and she held me close beside her.
Then I took her home and left her,
They just don't understand me,
only want me to reflect them.
Never want me to be happy,
The next time that I saw her
on the dance floor at the disco
Oh, her hair was green and purple
There were pins hung in her ears
She was wearing torn blue denim
And a good deal too much makeup
She was standing on her own
When she saw me, she was happy,
took me dancing to the rhythms
Said she left her home and family
and was living with a friend
But I saw her eyes too open
and the bruises on her white skin
When she saw me, looked at her arms,
They just don't understand me,
only want me to reflect them
Never want me to be happy,
That's the last time that I saw her,
little girl of pretty fourteen
Wondered where she could have gone to,
with her hopes and her fears
Asking questions at the disco
Heard she never made the summer
When they found her in a toilet
They just don't understand me
Only want me to reflect them
Never want me to be happy
They just don't un derstand me,
only want me to reflect them,
never want me to be happy.