Text: Hanoi Rocks. Don't Follow Me.

Well, she used to be an ordinary cowgirl
She could handle her daddy's gun when she was young
And I never believed she'd turn out to be an outlaw
Now she is the rebel on the run

Now she's a stranger, always in danger
A black angel on the run
But I'm gonna get her, I won't let her disappear out of my life
Like she's always done before

Got a shotgun by her side, gunpowder in the fires and boy, as she rides
She just eliminates troubles times with her knives
She's a suffragette and she'll always be a refugee
Seems like she's always been the black sheep of her family

Now she's a stranger, always in danger
A black angel on the run
But I'll never get her, will I ever learn?
She'll repeat the lines I've heard so many times before

She says, "Don't follow me, I'm lost too
Don't follow me, I'm lost too
Don't follow me, I'm lost too
Baby, I'm lost just like you
Yeah, I'm lost just like you
Don't follow me now, yeah"

I recall she got lost already at the age of seventeen
Her daddy told, she was always in the wrong company
She was my teenage love, the queen of the big, big rodeo
And I remember what she was always tellin' to me
Yeah, yeah, and I remember what she was always tellin' to me

Oh, she said, "Don't follow me, I'm lost too
Don't follow me, I'm lost too
Don't follow me, I'm lost too
Baby, I'm not just like you"