On a journey to the south side of Hollywood
She dropped a coin in a wishing well
Heard a rumour through the friend of a friend who was held in high esteem
She dreamed a star on the walk of fame
And promised herself one of her own
But the tide kept changing and the wind kept blowing past the trees towards the way she came
The road to the top became the steepest of hills
Took away half of her pride
Still the determination to succeed
Left a mark on the silver screen
Only when her life was over
The masquerade began to fade like a shooting star
An empty bottle on a four leaf clover
That was the downfall
Of a girl named Marilyn
A trip down to the boulevard of dreams
Where a million other faces filled the scene
A lonely soul in the middle of nowhere yet those faces sadly made her who she's been
The road to the top became the steepest of hills
Took away half of her pride
Still the determination to succeed
Left a mark on the silver screen
Only when her life was over
The masquerade began to fade like a shooting star
An empty bottle on a four leaf clover
That was the downfall
Of a girl named Marilyn
On a journey to the Southside of Hollywood
Heard a rumour through a friend
She dreamed a star on the walk of fame
Dropped a coin in a wishing well
Only when her life was over
The masquerade began to fade like a shooting star
An empty bottle on a four leaf clover
That was the downfall
Of a girl named Marilyn
A girl named Marilyn
A girl named Marilyn
A girl named Marilyn