Hot night, he sees her comin'.
Young girl, soon she'll be a woman.
Street boy wins her with the sweet talk,
takes her down walkin' on the Boardwalk.
He's eighteen, she's a little younger.
When they touch, feels her body hunger.
His car's headin' for the east side,
she climbs in, here comes the wild ride.
(Runnin' scared)
She wonders if she's growin' up too fast.
(Runnin' scared)
She knows the little girl in her won't last.
He can feel she's (runnin' scared)
afraid to learn what all the others know.
(She's runnin' scared)
of what will happen if she lets go.
Top's down, radio is playin',
sayin' things he wishes he was sayin'.
Blonde hair blowin' into his face.
They don't talk, but listen to their hearts race.
She checks her lipstick in the mirror.
Last chance, the moment's drawin' nearer.
He pulls off onto the shoulder,
suddenly she feels a little older.
(Runnin' scared)
She wonders if she's growin' up too fast.
(Runnin' scared)
She knows the little girl in her won't last.
But he can feel she's (runnin' scared),
afraid to learn what all the others know.
(Runnin' scared)
of what will happen if she lets go.
There's not a car in sight.
She knows the first time never comes again.
She may be young tonight,
her innocence perhaps to end.
She knows she'll never feel this way again.
(Runnin' scared)
She wonders if she's growin' up too fast.
(Runnin' scared)
She knows the little girl in her won't last.
He can feel she's (runnin' scared),
afraid to learn what all the others know.
(Runnin' scared)
of what will happen if she lets go.
She can feel she's (runnin' scared).
She wonders if she's growin' up too fast.