Run girl run. away from the sun. Napalm burns. so close to your body. Photographers shoot. cameras roll. The western world. would like to say sorry. Run girl run. You'll be someone. One fine morning. without any warning. Because peace comes. from the barrel of a gun. A thousand flowers. will bloom where you run. Intellectuals frown. Headlines scream. Nixon's a clown. Mao is obscene. Run girl run. It's only begun. You're going far. They've made you a star. What d'you want to be?. Joan of Arc on TV?. A whore or a nun?. Run girl run. You'll be enshrined. in the Guggenheim. The western art world. needs another icon. Run girl run. You'll be someone. One fine morning. without any warning. Run girl run. You've only begun. You're going far. They've made you a star. Is that what you want?. Run girl run. Run girl run