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Tekster: Joan Jett. Good Music. Outlaw.

Black streak on the boulevard
Another place they don't let you stay
White rain fallin' cold and hard
Gotta get through it anyway

Try to be what you wanna be
Who's to say you ain't got the right
In a world where you never fail
Every day is another fight

You can't live with the old rules
And I can understand, so you run to stay sane

When you're an outlaw, everyone knows your name
When you're an outlaw, everyone thinks you're strange

Try to be what you're born to be
Don't you dare you ain't got the might
When they go and get you angry
You'll be there to stand and fight

You ain't lookin' for trouble
Hey, I can understand you, but it's here anyway

When you're an outlaw, everyone knows your name
When you're an outlaw, nobody feels your pain

There goes the renegade, you're the one they love to hate
But I don't look at you that way

You can live by your own rules, if that's the way you planned
But there's no where to go

When you're an outlaw, run like an outlaw
Alone like an outlaw, oh

Hey, I know you're an outlaw but I'm not your enemy
'Cause you're not an outlaw, when you're alone with me
So come on outlaw, outlaw, outlaw