Intro: Frances Baker was a red-eyed woman She was wanted in fifteen states Her dress was torn right 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 a street Where real lives and 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 Let all the people watch me as I walk Up in Vegas where the neon screams Loud as the traffic in her nylon 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 pouting lips She's gonna be famous, she's gonna be rich Rock-a-bye baby, rock-a-bye bitch Rock-a-bye baby, rock-a-bye__ 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 Let all the people watch me as I walk Instrumental: