text: 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
  Somebodys climbin on a Greyhound tonight
  Too much lipstick and her dress real tight
  Looks like a woman but she aint quite
  No, not quite
  Shes somebodys baby
  Shes somebodys mothers child
  She may look like a lady
  But shes 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 youre holding in your arms tonight
  Shes no angel, but thats alright
  Yeah thats alright
  Shes somebodys baby
  Shes somebodys mothers child
  She may look like a lady
  But shes 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
  Somebodys climbing on a Greyhound tonight
  A little angel flyin out of sight
  Looks like a woman but she aint quite
  No, not quite
  Shes somebodys baby
  Shes somebodys mothers child
  She may look like a lady
  But shes just a flower grown wild - Yeah
  A flower grown wild
  Shes somebodys baby - Looks like a lady
  Shes somebodys baby
  Shes somebodys mothers child
  She may look like a lady
  But shes just a flower grown wild