You were a
looker from a northern town
You thought if you stayed that noth
ing any good would come of you
So you waited and saved,
took a train to the south
With a slash of red lipstick
to brighten your mouth
And then you changed your name,
became what you be came
Rainy
Rose, you were born for the stage
I could turn any page,
let me a picture of you
Like a twisted willow, as you danced in the wind
And when the lights went up and caught
you there
Hanging round in the wings were all
the usual dumb lotharios
So you'd stop for a while,
brush them off with a smile
Or a chuck on the chin with your
common touch style
Before you melted back to darkness
Rainy rose, you were born for the
stage I could turn any page
There'd be a picture of you,
like a twisted willow
As you danced in the wind,
like the portraits they thinned
On the fire -brimmed wall s and the harsh,
rainy roads
You were born for the stage
I could pick any age
There'd be a picture of you