Slaid Cleaves Follow

Frances Baker was a red-eyed woman
She was wanted in fifteen states
Dress was torn around at the shoulder
resulting from her escape
She wanted love, She wanted fame,
She got it all, even her name
In a concrete star on the corner of the street
Where real life and the movies meet
Where real life and the movies meet

Oh let me be in the city of angels
Yes, this is what I want
To put on my dress
and some red, red lipstick
And let all the people watch me as I walk

Up in Vegas where the neon screams
As loud as the traffic in her (?) scenes
She ran away to the circus (circus)
She wears high heels like in her dreams
Down the catwalk with her long cigarette
Hanging from her pretty pouted lips
She's gonna be famous,
She's gonna be rich
Rockabye baby, rockabye bitch
Rockabye baby, rockabye

Oh let me be in the city of angels
Yes, this is what I want
To put on my dress
and some red, red lipstick
And let all the people watch me as I walk

In the lamp light of her motel room,
She writes home to the moon
Say goodnight to my old bedroom
I'll be home to visit someday soon,
I'll be home to visit someday

Now she knows she's got it all
She does her cocaine in the hall
No more hiding in the bathroom stall.
She is the fairest of them all.
She is the fairest of them all.