Fairest Of Them All

	作曲 : Egge
	Frances Baker was a red-eyed woman
	She was wanted in fifteen states
	Dress was torn around at the shoulder
	Resulting from her escape
	She wanted love, She wanted fame,
	She got it all, even her name
	In a concrete star on the corner of the street
	Where real life and the movies meet
	Where real life and the movies meet
	Oh let me be in the city of angels
	Yes, this is what I want
	To put on my dress
	And some red, red lipstick
	And let all the people watch me as I walk
	Up in Vegas where the neon screams
	As loud as the traffic in her (?) scenes
	She ran away to the circus (circus)
	She wears high heels like in her dreams
	Down the catwalk with her long cigarette
	Hanging from her pretty pouted lips
	She's gonna be famous,
	She's gonna be rich
	Rockabye baby, rockabye bitch
	Rockabye baby, rockabye
	Oh let me be in the city of angels
	Yes, this is what I want
	To put on my dress
	And some red, red lipstick
	And let all the people watch me as I walk
	In the lamp light of her motel room,
	She writes home to the moon
	Say goodnight to my old bedroom
	I'll be home to visit someday soon,
	I'll be home to visit someday
	Now she knows she's got it all
	She does her cocaine in the hall
	No more hiding in the bathroom stall.
	She is the fairest of them all.
	She is the fairest of them all.

	zuò qǔ : Egge
	Frances Baker was a redeyed woman
	She was wanted in fifteen states
	Dress was torn around at the shoulder
	Resulting from her escape
	She wanted love, She wanted fame,
	She got it all, even her name
	In a concrete star on the corner of the street
	Where real life and the movies meet
	Where real life and the movies meet
	Oh let me be in the city of angels
	Yes, this is what I want
	To put on my dress
	And some red, red lipstick
	And let all the people watch me as I walk
	Up in Vegas where the neon screams
	As loud as the traffic in her ? scenes
	She ran away to the circus circus
	She wears high heels like in her dreams
	Down the catwalk with her long cigarette
	Hanging from her pretty pouted lips
	She' s gonna be famous,
	She' s gonna be rich
	Rockabye baby, rockabye bitch
	Rockabye baby, rockabye
	Oh let me be in the city of angels
	Yes, this is what I want
	To put on my dress
	And some red, red lipstick
	And let all the people watch me as I walk
	In the lamp light of her motel room,
	She writes home to the moon
	Say goodnight to my old bedroom
	I' ll be home to visit someday soon,
	I' ll be home to visit someday
	Now she knows she' s got it all
	She does her cocaine in the hall
	No more hiding in the bathroom stall.
	She is the fairest of them all.
	She is the fairest of them all.