Year Two, Week Twenty: “Bettie Page”

Lyrics:

Bettie Page, Bettie Page
Bettie Page, Bettie Page
Bettie Page, Bettie Page
Bettie Page, Bettie Page

Fix your hair in a flat
by the tracks of the green line
Ashland and Lake
make no mistake you’re doing just fine
Never mind that the house is haunted
Never mind that no one comes around
to take a picture of split a bottle of wine

Bettie Page, Bettie Page
Bettie Page, Bettie Page
Bettie Page, Bettie Page
Bettie Page, Bettie Page

How’d you get to be so far from Tennessee
where your mama’s from?
Was there once a man with big dreams and plans
and did he make you come?
Did he promise you a million things?
Only to vanish into the air
And leave you friendless in a city that’ll
beat you like a conga drum

Bettie Page, Bettie Page
Bettie Page, Bettie Page
Bettie Page, Bettie Page
Bettie Page, Bettie Page

You never told just how you got so old
at such a young age
You turned your back away
but the spotlight is still waiting for you
up on the stage
There is something for you in the mail:
A postcard with your picture and a note that reads
“I could live forever with a smile from Bettie Page”

Bettie Page, Bettie Page
Bettie Page, Bettie Page
Bettie Page, Bettie Page
Bettie Page, Bettie Page

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