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She sits in at night watching old flicks on her colour TV.
An' she rides with John Wayne in the sunset at the back of the screen.
She's a model, she's an artiste, she's an actress,
Grace Kelly she's a queen.
She's the ugly young sister,
One day she'll be Cinderella,
She lives with her head in a dream.
An' you know that she's deep in the heart of the canyon with no one to talk to
And you know that it's hard with no shoulder to cry on when you're lonely and blue.
She was never fast talkin' so she never did too well at school
An' the kids in her class picked her out to be their victimized fool.
An' she found out too soon that the world ain't to pretty just cruel.
Yes it's true, when the heat's on ain' too easy for a kid to keep cool.
An' you know that she's deep in the heart of the canyon with no one to talk to
And you know that it's hard with no shoulder to cry on when you're lonely and blue.
She's a chip on her shoulder, an' a hole that goes straight through her heart.
But it wasn't no arrow that caused it Cupid missed her by far.
She's a loser who's lost, she's a tryer who's trying too hard
She's a lover, romantic, ballerina, locked behind mental bars.
An' you know that she's deep in the heart of the canyon with no one to talk to
And you know that it's hard with no shoulder to cry on when you're lonely and blue.