Miss Wood, Miss Wood
I knew she would
Everybody knew that she could
When she hopped the train to ol' Hollywood

Natasha was the type of girl
To sit there and watch you get obsessed
She'd just sit there and twirl
Her pretty blonde hair of happiness
She knew she was meant for better things
Diamonds, surgeries and cameras
She just had to spread her wings
Her looks were one thing but oh, how she sings

Said goodbye to her momma
And kissed her good old pop
Said she'd only be gone a while
They told her "always keep goin' and never stop!"
She came to my house right afterwards
Her eyes were wet as I hugged her close
I told her not to go backwards
She wiped her eyes and stuck with what she chose