Bombshell

Hurry hurry step right up, see the star who lives for the spotlight, turn the mics and cameras on or she feels incomplete.. Now before it hits the screen, watch us play the final scene, right here on Lexington and 52nd street.. Hurry all you faceless

A writer has the empty page where he can set the scene He puts the actors on the stage or on the movie screen The characters all say the words the writer wants to hear And then my friend; a happy end But when the writer steps outside that room where

Male Ensemble: A studio executive has no beliefs That's the way of a studio system We bow to every rear of all the studio chiefs And you can bet your ass we've kissed 'em Even the birds in the Hollywood hills Know the secret to our success It's those

They thought they could dispose of me They tried to make me small I suffered each indignity But now rise above it all Yes, the price I paid was all I had But at last I found release And if something good can come from bad The past can rest in peace S

The field was bright with clover, I saw the finish sign, I started as a rover,and then victory was mine. I thought the race was over, but they just keep moving the line. They cheered at my persistence, but prayed for my decline. the path of least res

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If our lives were a movie I'd know what to do I'd write every scene with my heart An archaeal picture that stars me and you And this time I'd learn my part I'd paint you some scenery We'd sing, and we'd dance From morning till late afternoon And when

Ivy ("Marilyn"):] When you are born with sex appeal In a forest called Hollywood, You'll find more wolves at your backdoor Than that Little Red Riding Hood. Now she and her little old Gramma Could have learned from the men I've dated That a wolf

she's a bombshell down in south oakland off east 14th its raining six a.m. on sunday and the bums are praying met her at a party we we're drunk now we're sober she's a bombshell I've retraced my steps a thousand times seems I've spent hours asking al

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