You're standing out in the corridor Of the worst hotel that you've ever dreamed A frayed linoleum paradise Where you walk on cash and you calloused heels and Oh, to count the cost of no returning No, when innocence is lost You just keep turning wild My wild orphan child My orphan child My orphan wild in the wilderness And you look a little like Jodie Foster 12 years old but your eyes are 35 And that's no joking matter You've got no body hair and nobody cares But no, you know it all I can't deny it Cute, with razor blade in pocket Well, I don't buy it And so when I see you smile It only makes me want to cry My wild orphan child My orphan wild in the world I saw you, babe, at the Mirabelle Feeding oysters from the half shell Oh, but you're such a busy girl You say I know where the real money is found Inside of a hopelessness and yearning Yes, and cold is what to be To touch the burning flame I see