Album Name

11

Artist

Bryan Adams

Genre

POP

Release Date

2008.03.14

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Flower Grown Wild - 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
Ya 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

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
a flower grown wild
somebody's baby
look 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