Folks back home think I'm a star now
When they hear my records play
They say there hometown girl made good
And she'd go a long long way
Mom wonders why I don't drive back
In that big fine car I own
The truth is I don't have a car
Аnd I'm ashamed to go back home
A pair of false eye lashes and a tube of cheap lipstick
A pair of worn out high heel shoes
And a dress doesn't fit
These are all my possessions all I have to my name
And a record played in my home town
Is my only claim to fame
I'm so glad that dad can't see me now,
his favorite little girl
Singing in this dingy place on the wrong side of the world
And I'm glad that I can't see the boy
That offered me his name
For I was blind and turned from him
In this empty search for fame