She has her own star Down on the boulevard Where they all line up to see her Welcome to her life Welcome to her world Her life did not go as planned She thought the whole world was in her hands She craves intimacy in the worst way But has to settle for whatever the fellows are paying for that day She parades around on her concrete stars perfumed and sprayed Hopeful that someone will find her desirable rather than doubtful Wears tons of makeup Smokes two packs a day She thinks the sooner she leaves this world the better She had a plan she had a path Before that monster stole her soul and caused her wrath Now alcohol and drugs help numb her pain Nothing but a ghost girl remains The other girl shed herself just a pile of skin left on the floor This new person is all anyone will see anymore She does have a good heart but rarely uses it too many people have let her down No one ever tries to see the person that she is they never stop to hear her story They say it's hard work to look that easy Some may even call her ****** But not me