She was the girl in the very front row
Always waitin' after the show
She was the queen of the hollywood hills

Knew the stars, the bars, the pimps and pills
Somebody's climbin' on a greyhound 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
She's 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 in your silk n' lace
Or the scarred little kid 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 alright

Ya that's alright

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


Just another little pretty thing
Another angel with a broken wing

Who fell to earth 'neath the hollywood hills
Amid the stars and the bars, the pimps and pills


Just like the girl on the movie screen
She played it up until the very last scene
The picture faded and the day was done

Went home to nothin but a loaded gun

Somebody's climbing on a greyhound tonight

A little angel flyin' out of sight
Looks like a woman but she ain't quite
No, not quite