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Artist: Bryan Adams lyrics
Album: 11
Year: 2008
Title: Flower Grown Wild
B G#5 D#m D Em A D#m/5+ A E
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BShe was the girl in the G#5very front row
D#malways waitin’ after the show
Bshe was the queen of the G#5hollywood hills
D#mknew the stars, the bars, the pimps and pills
Dsomebody’s climbin’ on a greyhound tonight
Emtoo much lipstick and her Adress real tight
Dlooks like a woman but she ain’t quite
Emno, not Aquite
D#m/5+ A
she’s somebody’s baby
D#m/5+ A
she’s somebody’s mother’s child
D#m/5+ A
she may look like a lady
Ebut she’s just a flower grown wild
Bthey never knew you by your G#5childhood name
D#mbut they were drawn to you like moths to a flame
Bnobody saw the tears in your G#5silk n' lace
D#mor the scarred little kid behind your face
Djust remember when you hold her tight
Emwhat you’re holding in youAr arms tonight
Dshe’s no angel, but that’s alright
Emya that's Aalright
D#m/5+ A
she’s somebody’s baby
D#m/5+ A
she’s somebody’s mother’s child
D#m/5+ A
she may look like a lady
Ebut she’s just a flower grown wild
Djust another little pretty thing
Emanother angel with a Abroken wing
Dwho fell to earth ‘neath the hollywood hills
Emamid the stars and the bars, the pAimps and pills
B G#5 D#m
Bjust like the girl on the G#5movie screen
D#mshe played it up until the very last scene
Bthe picture faded and the G#5day was done
D#mwent home to nothin but a loaded gun
Dsomebody's climbing on a greyhound tonight
Ema little angel flyin' Aout of sight
Dlooks like a woman but she ain't quite
Emno, not qAuite
D#m/5+ A
she’s somebody’s baby
D#m/5+ A
she’s somebody’s mother’s child
D#m/5+ A
she may look like a lady
Ebut she’s just a flower grown wild
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