So much promise in your small hometown,

Prettiest Homecoming Queen who ever wore the crown,

So much promised now from men of lies,

That hide behind grey suits and patterned ties.

Pretty Rose, you still have so much to learn,

About the way that fame and fortune’s earned,

But Jesus still hangs there silent round your neck,

For when you find your way again, and self respect.

American as apple pie, born and raised on bad T.V.,

Wild eyes, it’s no surprise, just who you’re gonna be,

Face and flesh, the colors mesh, on the cover of a magazine,

Now there’s next to nothing left, they haven’t already seen.

Pretty Rose, you still have so much to learn,

About the way that fame and fortune’s earned,

But Jesus still hangs there silent round your neck,

For when you find your way again, and self respect.

Hide behind the oft-told lies and roses bleeding red,

Forget your name, and all the pain, of lying in his bed,

No one will see the tears you cry, or the hole within your heart,

If you just smile for the camera as your world is torn apart.

Pretty Rose, you still have so much to learn,

About the way that fame and fortune’s earned,

But Jesus still hangs there silent round your neck,

For when you find your way again, and self respect.

She dangles that silver crucifix from her finger’s end,

Amazed at how quickly, the past and future blend,

Bags packed, she don’t look back, grabs keys to her car,

Going home now, all alone, to gaze on Heaven’s star.

Pretty Rose, you still have so much to learn,

About the way that fame and fortune’s earned,

But Jesus still hangs there silent round your neck,

For when you find your way again, and self respect.