She was a girl in the very front row, always waiting after the show.
She was the queen of the Hollywood hills, knew the stars, the bars, the pimps, the pills.
Somebody's climbing on the ground tonight, too much lipstick and her dress real tight.
Looks like a woman, but she ain't quite.
No, not quite.
She's somebody's baby, somebody's mother's child.
She may look like a lady, but she's just a flower grown wild.
They never knew you by your childhood name, but they were drawn to you like moths to a flame.
Nobody saw the tears.
And you're soaking lace on the scar that'll keep behind your face.
Just remember when you hold her tight, what you're holding in your arms tonight.
She's no angel, but that's all right.
Yeah, that's all right.
She's somebody's baby, she's somebody's mother's child.
She may look like a lady.
Yeah, but she's just a flower grown wild.
Come on, let's go.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Just another little pretty thing.
Another angel with a broken wing.
Who's coming after me?
I need the Hollywood Hills.
I've been to stars, the bars, I've been to pills.
Just like the girl on the movie screen.
She played it up till the very last scene.
The picture faded and the day was done.
Went on to nothing but a loaded gun.
Somebody's coming after me.
Climbing on the ground tonight.
A little angel flying out of sight.
Looks like a woman, but she ain't quite.
No, not quite.
She's somebody's baby.
She's somebody's mother's child.
She may look like a lady, but she's just a flower grown wild.
Yeah.
She's somebody's baby.
A flower grown wild.
She's somebody's baby.
Looks like a lady.
She's somebody's baby.
Somebody's mother's child.
She may look like a lady, but she's just a flower grown wild.
Yeah.
Looks like a lady, but she's just a flower grown wild.
She's probably got a baby.

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