Frances Baker was a red-eyed woman
She was wanted in fifteen states
Her dress was torn right at the shoulder
Resulting from her escape
She wanted love, she wanted fame
She got it all, even her name
In a concrete star on the corner of a street
Where real lives and movies meet
Real life and movies meet
Oh, let me be in the City of Angels
Yes, this is what I want
To put on my dress and some red, red lipstick
Let all the people watch me as I walk
Up in Vegas where the neon screams
Loud as the traffic in her nylon scenes
She ran away to the Circus Circus
She wears high heels like in her dreams
Down the catwalk with her long cigarette
Hanging from her pretty pouting lips
She's gonna be famous, she's gonna be rich
Rock-a-bye baby, rock-a-bye bitch
Rock-a-bye baby, rock-a-bye__
Oh, let me be in the City of Angels
Yes, this is what I want
To put on my dress and some red, red lipstick
Let all the people watch me as I walk
In the lamp light of her motel room
She writes home to the moon
Say goodnight to my old bedroom
I'll be home to visit someday soon
I'll be home to visit someday
Now she knows she's got it all
She does her cocaine in the hall
No more hiding in the bathroom stall
She is the fairest of them all
She is the fairest of them all