Various - Prowlin Lyrics

Benny Andersson, Tim Rice, and Bjorn Ulvaeus
THE AMERICAN:
When I was nine I learned survival
Taught myself not to care
I was my single good companion
Taking my comfort there
Up in my room I planned my
conquests
On my own -- never asked for a
helping hand
No one would understand
I never asked the pair who fought
below
Just in case they said no
Pity the child who has ambition
Knows what he wants to do
Knows that he'll never fit the system
Others expect him to
Pity the child who knew his parents
Saw their faults
Saw their love die before his eyes
Pity the child that wise
He never asked