frances baker was a red eyed woman she was wanted in fifteen states dress was torn around 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 the street where real life and the movies meet where real life and the 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 and let all the people watch me as i walk up in vegas where the neon screams as loud as the traffic in her scenes she ran away to the circus she wears high heels like in her dreams down the catwalk with her long cigarette hanging from her pretty pouted lips she s gonna be famous she s gonna be rich rockabye baby rockabye bitch rockabye baby rockabye 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 and 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