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.