Released: March 17, 2008
Songwriter: Gretchen Peters Jim Vallance Bryan Adams
Producer: Robert John Lange Bryan Adams
She was the girl in the very front row
Always waitin' after the show
She was the queen of the Hollywood Hills
Knew the stars, the bars, the pimps and pills
Somebody's climbin' on a Greyhound tonight
Too much lipstick and her dress real tight
Looks like a woman but she ain't quite
No, not quite
She's somebody's baby
She's somebody's mother's child
She may look like a lady
But she's just a flower grown wild
They never knew you by your childhood name
But they were drawn to you like moths to a flame
Nobody saw the tears in your silk n' lace
Or the scarred little kid behind your face
Just remember when you hold her tight
What you're holding in your arms tonight
She's no angel, but that's alright
Yeah that's alright
She's somebody's baby
She's somebody's mother's child
She may look like a lady
But she's just a flower grown wild
(C'mon lets go, hey.)
Just another little pretty thing
Another angel with a broken wing
Who fell to earth ‘neath the Hollywood Hills
Amid the stars and the bars, the pimps and pills
Just like the girl on the movie screen
She played it up until the very last scene
The picture faded and the day was done
Went home to nothin' but a loaded gun
Somebody's climbing on a Greyhound tonight
A little angel flyin' out of sight
Looks like a woman but she ain't quite
No, not quite
She's somebody's baby
She's somebody's mother's child
She may look like a lady
But she's just a flower grown wild - Yeah
A flower grown wild
She's somebody's baby - Looks like a lady
She's somebody's baby
She's somebody's mother's child
She may look like a lady
But she's just a flower grown wild
Always waitin' after the show
She was the queen of the Hollywood Hills
Knew the stars, the bars, the pimps and pills
Somebody's climbin' on a Greyhound tonight
Too much lipstick and her dress real tight
Looks like a woman but she ain't quite
No, not quite
She's somebody's baby
She's somebody's mother's child
She may look like a lady
But she's just a flower grown wild
They never knew you by your childhood name
But they were drawn to you like moths to a flame
Nobody saw the tears in your silk n' lace
Or the scarred little kid behind your face
Just remember when you hold her tight
What you're holding in your arms tonight
She's no angel, but that's alright
Yeah that's alright
She's somebody's baby
She's somebody's mother's child
She may look like a lady
But she's just a flower grown wild
(C'mon lets go, hey.)
Just another little pretty thing
Another angel with a broken wing
Who fell to earth ‘neath the Hollywood Hills
Amid the stars and the bars, the pimps and pills
Just like the girl on the movie screen
She played it up until the very last scene
The picture faded and the day was done
Went home to nothin' but a loaded gun
Somebody's climbing on a Greyhound tonight
A little angel flyin' out of sight
Looks like a woman but she ain't quite
No, not quite
She's somebody's baby
She's somebody's mother's child
She may look like a lady
But she's just a flower grown wild - Yeah
A flower grown wild
She's somebody's baby - Looks like a lady
She's somebody's baby
She's somebody's mother's child
She may look like a lady
But she's just a flower grown wild
more tracks from the album
From the album
- 11 (2008)
Bryan Adams popular songs
- Summer of ’69
- Heaven
- (Everything I Do) I Do It for You
- Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman?
- Please Forgive Me
- Run to You
- When You Love Someone
- Sound the Bugle
- When You’re Gone
- Here I Am
- Please Stay
- All For Love
- Straight from the Heart
- Empty Spaces/What Shall We Do Now?
- Shine a Light
- When You Really Love A Woman
- It’s Only Love
- You Can’t Take Me
- Christmas Time
- I Finally Found Someone
- Cuts Like a Knife
- Diana
- Somebody
- I Will Always Return (Finale)