She came from the backwoods
Bright teeth, stylish hair
Good fortune and everyone’s smiles
Followed her everywhere
Had a taste for the good life
Had some stars in her eyes
Thought she would have it all
Once her name was in lights
Hey, hey little Miss Jane
Sunny day turned to hard rain
Traded in your evening gown
For a jumpsuit of pain
The beauty queen and the wallflower
Feel the same in their darkest hours
All watch as the crown of jewels
Falls from the old guard tower
She walked down the runway
A crown of jewels she wore
Applause and lights, but at the end of the night
She was the first out the door
Drove all night at high speed
Arrived in the early daylight
Flash of a knife, a nice evening dress
Couldn't change her man's mind
Stage moms and hair-sprayed charms
No one there could have sounded an alarm
I don't know why you think it's so strange
Any kind of acts within anyone's range
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