Hollywood

She was sexy and smelled like brandy Smoked hard on a cherry cigar Attracted everyone with the way she speaks And the way she swings her hips Taking hundreds in cold hard cash Making movies with her bare flesh to grasp They treat her just how she wanna feel As they a'keep on turning that wheel She was on her way through hollywood Hit like a rhino but white like snow Blood coated film on the end of dolla bills Ashtray filled to the brim with cigs Each wall stained in the heart of it's paint Dim yellow lights with a jazz track that ran it's pace A scratchy lullaby on continuous loop Bottle of jack kicked as she slipped from her noose Her last photograph on front page news But you can still watch her body move Autumn hair and an auburn dress Cherry lipstick is how she looked best