Flowers Grown Wild Songtext
von Bryan Adams

She was the girl in the very front row
Always waitin′ after the show
She was the queen of the Hollywood Hills
Knew the stars, the bars, the pimps and pills

Somebody's climbin′ on a Greyhound tonight
Too much lipstick and her dress real tight
Looks like a woman but she ain't quite
No, not quite

She's somebody′s baby
She′s somebody's mother′s child
She may look like a lady
But she's just a flower grown wild

They never knew you by your childhood name
But they were drawn to you like moths to a flame
Nobody saw the tears in your silk n′ lace
Or the scarred little kid behind your face


Just remember when you hold her tight
What you're holding in your arms tonight
She′s no angel, but that's al right
Yeah that's al right

She′s somebody′s baby
She's somebody′s mother's child
She may look like a lady
But she′s just a flower grown wild
(C'mon lets go, hey)

Just another little pretty thing
Another angel with a broken wing
Who fell to earth ′neath the Hollywood Hills
Amid the stars and the bars, the pimps and pills

Just like the girl on the movie screen
She played it up until the very last scene
The picture faded and the day was done
Went home to nothin' but a loaded gun

Somebody's climbing on a Greyhound tonight
A little angel flyin′ out of sight
Looks like a woman but she ain′t quite
No, not quite


She's somebody′s baby
She's somebody′s mother's child
She may look like a lady
But she′s just a flower grown wild
Yeah, aflower grown wild
She's somebody's baby
Looks like a lady

She′s somebody′s baby
She's somebody′s mother's child
She may look like a lady
But she′s just a flower grown wild

Flower grown wild