Fairest Of Them All - Slaid Cleaves
Written by：Ann Egge
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
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
And let all the people watch me as I walk
Up in Vegas where the neon screams
Loud as the traffic in her live on 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 pouted lips
She's gonna be famous
She's gonna be rich
Rockabye baby rockabye b*tch
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 c*****e in the hall
No more hiding in the bathroom stall
She is the fairest
Of them all
She is the fairest of them all
Hmmm hmmm hmmm
