Flower Grown Wild

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 --- Flower Grown Wild - Bryan Adams