You came to Los Angeles in an olive bus condemned to rust
And you stepped off the curb, just thinking, “Hey
Mark my words, I’ll be famous by the end of the day”
Oh, and the interviews were tiring
But your voice was so inspiring
Or was it that your cleavage was presented just right?
Oh, like a prodigal daughter from the Mississippi water
You wouldn’t put out, give out, suck out
Without your name in lights
You’ll see your name on the silver screen
(But you’re just a secondary character)
Everyone in the world will watch your scene
(Still you’re just a secondary character)
You tore through Los Angeles with an agent
And a guy from Andy’s Donuts who chose all your clothes
Presented with scripts, maybe not left and right
But right enough to get you through the night
And oh, and the parties were exciting
And the drugs were so inviting
So much so that you woke up with a check and a part
Oh, and though the mystery deepened
You didn’t care where you were sleeping
As long as they threw peanuts at you and called you smart
You turn to run through the door
You trip and spill to the floor
Your chapter, no more
Oh, and the smoke is all around you
And the galas still confound you
And the Zoloft and the Lithium will start to take their toll
Oh, and you’re put through constant hell
But you swear you’ll never tell
Assuming you end up with a supporting role where
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