She was a girl in the very front row

Always waitin', after the show

She was a queen of the Hollywood hills

Knew the stars and 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 aint quite

No, not quite She's somebody's baby

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

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 mothers child

She may look like a lady

But she's just a flower grown wild

Come on let's go, yeah 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 'til 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 She's somebody's baby

She's somebody's mothers child

She may look like a lady

But she's just a flower grown wild, yeah A flower grown wild

She's somebody's baby

Looks like a lady She's somebody's baby

Somebody's mothers child

She may look like a lady

But she's just a flower grown wild

Flower grown wild