Hollywood

Atlanta, Georgia made her the Cotton Queen
L.A. bound she had visions of the silver screen
But Hollywood ain't nothin' but glamor and lights
To a blue-eyed blond with stars in her eyes
Her days are long. Lord, her nights are longer yet
Tryin' to find a part that will make her the Queen of sex
She's realizing what it's all about from too many nights upon the casting couch

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Hollywood: parties and thrills
The mansion in her mind is somewhere is Beverly Hills
She's been discovered too many times standing on the corner of Hollywood and Vine

She makes her entrance now a days through the swingin' doors
She found her stage on a hardwood barroom floor
But it's not the bottom, just part of a long, hard fall
Her biggest fan's the man. Tonight she'll give her all
The dream is dyin' of her name on the marquee
The folks back home wonder what happened to their Queen
The mornin' papers told it in black and white, calling it another Hollywood suicide

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