There are many styles of living
For the many ways to be
Cause life is an expression
And we're living to be free
But for the painted lady,
there is a pointed stare
And eyes that ask a question,
is she going anywhere?
I travel cause I have somewhere
to go
A song to sing,
a thing to do, to show.
And conversation's easy to engage,
cause I'm a fainted lady on the stage.
Spectacle,
the people come to see.
An d center stage is
where you look for me
Sometimes my picture's
featured on a page
Cause I'm a painted lady on the stage
A common garden flower child
with hopes and dreams to share
And visions of another world
I can take to bear
I live a public life, a life I choose
A song of love sometimes
I sing the blues
An d sometimes I can't
hear the river's
Because I'm a painted lady on the stage
["Ramblin' Wreck from Georgia Tech"]
I'm coming, garden flower child,
with hopes and dreams to share
and visions of another world.
I am going to take you there.
I go the way the artist of disguise
Re flected in a gaze
a stranger's eyes
An d there are many battles
that I wage
Cause I'm a
painted lady on the stage
I travel here and there
to foreign lands
I've seen some
setting sun s,
some shifting fans.
Sometimes I play the fool,
sometimes the sage,
cause I'm a faded lady.
I'm a faded lady.
I'm a faded lady,
up on the stage.
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