Atlanta, Georgia made her the cotton queen L.A. bound she had visions of the silver screen But Hollywood ain't nothing but glamour and lights To a blue eyed, blonde with stars in her eyes.
Her days are long, but hard her nights are longer yet Trying 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.
Hollywood, parties and thrills The mansion in her mind is somehwere in 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 swinging doors She found her stage on a hardwood bar room 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 dying of her name on the marquee The folks back home wonder What happened to their queen The morning paper's told it in black and white Calling it another Hollywood suicide.
Hollywood, parties and thrills The mansion in her mind is somewhere in Beverly Hills She's been discovered too many times Standing on the corner of Hollywood and Vine...