Angelyne likes to pretend that she’s still 17.
She thinks the world will fall at her feet.
Angelyne moves with the purpose of a mean machine.
She’s lost in the cold embrace of Hollywood conceit.
At night she sleeps with hope in her heart.
She knows next week will see her rising start.
The signs, the lines…her beauty’s faded now.
The clock counts down inside this messed up town.
Angelyne…
Angelyne lives every moment on the movie screen.
She’s got a determination that borders on obscene.
You can put a face to a name,
but you can’t always buy fame.
You can use the knife, roll the dice, but
you can’t always hold aback time.
It’s ok to go with the flow, but
this act has gone too far.
If you play the part with too much heart,
you forget who you really are.
Angelyne…it’s ok to go with the flow, if you know where you’re going….
Angelyne smiles from a billboard on Olveira Street.
We laugh, but keeping up that spectre is no easy feat.
You can put a face to a name,
but you can’t always buy fame.
You can use the knife, roll the dice, but
you can’t always hold aback time.
It’s ok to go with the flow, but
this act has gone too far.
If you play the part with too much heart,
you forget who you really are.
Angelyne…it’s ok to go with the flow, if you know where you’re going….