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