Daddy called her Billie Jean Said the ground glowed where she walked Kept the bottles out of reach The demons underground But she stands a little taller now When she surveys her memory It was always how she did Never how she was Oh she was Yes she was She was twisted She was angry She was human And almost sixteen
Nobody knows anybody It's just hookers and bandits along the road If you see me walking away I just called to say "hello".
Daddy hung the moon From a twist of fishing wire Now the wire's wearing thin While daddy's wearing out And the people say I should have known him Back in the motor days Always with a helping hand It's the kind of man he was Oh he was Yes he was He was foolish And he was working He was human And almost sixty So goodnight Billie.
