Fairest Of Them All - Slaid Cleaves

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 (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