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The Runaways Album


Waitin' For The Night (1977)
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(Joan Jett/Inger Asten)

Little Sister on your rollerskates
It's Friday nite an' you got a date
Right in front of the Watergate.
But now he's gone 'cause you're too late

It's too late to be a kid in love
It's too late to be a kid in love
We're the kids in hate

Little sister you're sure lookin' great
You hope someday you'll be playmate
Well why did you wait
Your chance is gone an' now you're too late

It's too late to be a kid in love
It's too late to be a kid in love
We're the kids in hate

Little sister don't you be so straight
Let your old folks call ya jailbait
This mean world it belongs to us
It can be yours so don't hesitate(c'mon)

It's too late to be a kid in love
It's too late to be a kid in love
We're the kids in hate

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(Joan Jett/Kim Fowley)

Blue skinned sleeping boys
Man you're lookin' wasted
Greasy wheels, streets of steel
No tellin' what ya tasted
Good guys bad guys
Doesn't really matter
Punch drunk, high on junk
Sad you are so shattered

Wasted lives of wasted drives
Wasted days an' wasted nights
Wasted this an' wasted that
Wasted is where you're at

Torpedoes in tuxedos
Got iron in their hands
Cotton sound, lost an' found
Is in every crazy man
Lonely rain, bad cocaine
Doesn't really matter
China white, don't treat ya right
Sad you are so shattered

Wasted lives of wasted drives
Wasted days an' wasted nights
Wasted this an' wasted that
Wasted is where you're at

Madhouse melodies
Got beach rats on the run
Golden tractors, low plus factors
Silver bullets, rubber gun
Redneck rocker, or devil daughter
Doesn't really matter
Cheap dope, ya can't cope
Sad you are so shattered

Wasted lives of wasted drives
Wasted days an' wasted nights
Wasted this an' wasted that
Wasted is where you're at

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(Joan Jett)

In the dead of the night I slip away
Lookin' for some heavy action
No matter what it is, I get that little itch
My body needs satisfaction

Gotta get out tonite
The wild one is callin' me
Gotta get out tonite
Out on the town is where I'll be alright

My folks think I'm bad and you know
They're probably right
But I don't listen to a thing they say
But I don't listen to a thing they say
Cause They're always uptight

My fantasy is strong, it really turns me on
I'm gettin' oh so wet
When will I discover my red hot lover
The one I'll never forget

Gotta get out tonite
The wild one is callin' me
Gotta get out tonite
Out on the town is where I'll be alright

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(Joan Jett)

Don't wanna leave you again baby
But ya know I have to someday
Don't wanna be alone again baby
But I know we found our own way
We hold ourselves together
It's a bond that can never be broken
I know we'll last forever
But there's something that I just gotta say

Wait for me my lover
Wait for me no other
Stay with me, oh please
Wait for me

You know it's really hard on me
To have to turn an' wave good-bye
An' I know it's hard on you too
All those lonely nites we cry but

Wait for me my lover
Wait for me no other
Stay with me, oh please
Wait for me

You know I get so scared inside
When I come back you won't want me
But then you tell me I'm your only one
I guess it's just my insecurity but

Wait for me my lover
Wait for me no other
Stay with me, oh please
Wait for me

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(Lita Ford)

Night visions of fantasies
Are laying in bed with me
In the dark I can see you smiling
You touch my body and set my soul on fire
Oh yeh

I can see morning light
The sun is rising, shining in your eyes
Suddenly you're gone
And I'm left here all alone
Oh yeh

Am I dreaming?
Were you really here?
Is it just a fantasy?
Or am I dreaming
Oh yeh

Am I dreaming?
Were you really here?
Is it just a fantasy?
Or am I dreaming
Oh yeh

I know you're here
I can feel your presence
And that sound you're making
It's getting me so hot
Oh yeh

Am I dreaming?
Were you really here?
Is it just a fantasy?
Or am I dreaming
Oh yeh

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(Kim Fowley/Joan Jett)

Used to be the trouble maker
Hated homework, was a sweet heartbreaker
But now I have my dream
I'm so rowdy for eighteen
Never read a single book
Hated homework and the dirty looks
Now I live my life
There's a lot I seen at eighteen

School days, school days
I'm older, now what will I find
School day, school days
Starting to slip I'm losin' my mind

Used to be the wild one
Hated class only lived for fun
I'm mean an' got my schemes
At the crazy age of eighteen

Never made the honor roll
Hated rules what I was told
Now I am almost free
It's a dangerous scene when you're eighteen

School days, school days
I'm older, now what will I find
School day, school days
Starting to slip I'm losin' my mind

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(Lita Ford)

You've got me runnin' round in circles
Tied my little brothers to a railroad track
In the black of the night you sit and pant
Crammed them all together in a plastic bag
You're a night prowler, you're a night howler, yeh

Trash can murders
In the black of night
Trash can murders
When will it be alright

Walk the streets and you're dressed in black
You tied their hands behind their backs
That's cold yeh, ya know it's true
Just wait and see what happens to you
You're a night prowler, you're a night howler, yeh

Trash can murders
In the black of night
Trash can murders
When will it be alright

I can hear him scream, it's midnight
In the alley like a Chinese cat
I've got a hatchet gonna take your life
Oh yeh, tell me, what ya think of that
I'm a night prowler, I'm a night howler yeh

Trash can murders
In the black of night
Trash can murders
When will it be alright

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(Joan Jett)

I met you last nite, it was really alright
We got along
We partied awhile, you gave me the smile
Nothin' went wrong
Hold me close, hold me really tight
Go ahead, make me feel alright

Don't go away, I'm so happy
You're just what I need to make it
Don't go away, I'm so happy
You're just what I need ooooh!

The very next day, you saw us play
It was really a kick
Drippin' in sweat, I got very wet, honey
You did the trick
Hold me close, hold me really tight
Go ahead, make me feel alright

Don't go away, I'm so happy
You're just what I need to make it
Don't go away, I'm so happy
You're just what I need ooooh!

I stayed the nite, it was really alright
I need our heat
I got kinda cold, you got really bold
Ya said, "Come to me."
Hold me close, hold me really tight
Go ahead, make me feel alright


Don't go away, I'm so happy
You're just what I need to make it
Don't go away, I'm so happy
You're just what I need ooooh!

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(Joan Jett/Kari Krome/Kim Fowley)

Shades of gray don't fade away
They're waitin' for the night
Goin' out is what we're about
We're waitin' for the night

Friends and foes movin' fast and movin' slow
We're waitin' for the night
Hangin' around so astounded
Waitin' for the night


Waitin' for the night
Waitin' for the night
Days are taken
Waitin' for the night

At the hall havin' a ball
Waitin' for the night
Don't care, don't care at all
Cause we've seen, we've seen it all
Waitin' for the night

Waitin' for the night
Waitin' for the night
Days are taken
Waitin' for the night

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(Joan Jett)

Let me out of your iron grip
I don't want your lover's tips
I don't need your interrogations
Don't ask me 'bout my other relations

You're too possessive for me
So leave me alone
Get off my back, go on home
You're too possessive for me
So get out of my life
Get off my back, I ain't your wife

I come in late an' you throw a fit
You sit me down and give me some lip
Well I don't have to waste my time
A wimp like you ain't worth a dime

You're too possessive for me
So leave me alone
Get off my back, go on home
You're too possessive for me
So get out of my life
Get off my back, I ain't your wife
No way, baby

Go away an' don't come back
I don't want my mirror cracked
Go and find somebody new
Got no time to mess with you

You're too possessive for me
So leave me alone
Get off my back, go on home
You're too possessive for me
So get out of my life
Get off my back, I ain't your wife
No way, baby

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