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

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

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

Bryan Adams - flower grown wild

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