She inches along on the rim of the worldAlways about to go overHow she can manage I never will knowTo get from one day to the otherScrounging a buck or a bedOr the share of a roof for her headThis nobody's child, this precarious girlWho lives on the rim of the worldShe looks like a princess in somebody's ragsShe dreams of a world without dangerClimbing the stairs to a room of her ownWith someone who isn't a strangerBut now she eats what she canAnd accepts what there is for a manThis nobody's child, this precarious girlWho lives on the rim of the worldShe inches along on the rim of the worldAlways about to go overHow she can manage I never will knowTo get from one day to the otherScrounging a buck or a bedOr the share of a roof for her headThis nobody's child, this precarious girlWho lives on the rim of the world