She sang Jazz in the 50’s, wrote songs in the 60’s and acted in 75. When she crashed in Paris and died for a minute she was full of herself and full of the future.
And she was beautiful. She was radiant but broken. For she knew her soul had gone ahead to hold the right door open.
Oh, she kept on singin’ and dancin’ and ringin’ the same bells that she rang before but she wasn’t looking for beauty now she was lookin’ for the door. And we all looked for it in darkness together and we looked for it in light and we looked for it in worlds that only existed at night.
Then one day she went to pieces with the whole world lookin’ on and now she’s just another loser on beautifulloser.com
Now she’s back in the business with a smaller apartment and a whole new set of dreams and a small time agent who’s guaranteeing to get her face on a million screens. So she went to a few auditions but she couldn’t get a part. They were always after a younger woman someone full of herself and full of the future.
But this weird little kid he kept coming around and banging on her door sayin’ “Lady I work for this web site I know you’d be perfect for. But they won’t care about your redemption and they don’t allow wounds to heal. The customers like you broken. It’s a take it or leave it deal.”
Now she lies in the shadows and dies for the camera and she’ll do what you want her to do whilst tryin’ to hang onto the memory of a young girl so full of herself and full of the future.
And her heart was achin’ her hands were shakin’ and she knew her soul was out there waitin’. So with the whole world lookin’ on she put a shotgun in her mouth on beautifulloser.com
And she was beautiful. She was beautiful. She was beautiful. Oh so beautiful. She was beautiful. She was beautiful. She was beautiful.