Entr'acte / Montage

Saturday, the twenty-third of May

Fredrick, darling, what can I say?

I'm leaving you this note

To tell you our daughter

Has committed an unspeakable crime

Oh, what's to become

Of my only daughter

Who I have protected

From croup to split ends

So many lessons

That I should have taught her

Like for example

To not kill her friends

Our child needs the sort of help

Only a loving and courageous parent

Can provide...

So I've turned her in

Order, order in the court

Tina Denmark, I hereby sentence you to the

Daisy Clover School for Psychopathic Ingenues

I am at the Daisy Clover School

An actress paying dues

Just one of several hundred

Psychopathic ingenues

Greetings from New York City

Sorry I can't make it to Parent's Day, sweetheart

But guess what?

Mommy's auditioning for a Broadway show

Wish me luck!

Kisses and hugs, Mother

The older girls are dangerous

Keep your paws off of my lipstick, skag

Their smoking makes me cough

Maybe there's something wrong

With your bumper

My life is taking orders

While my Mother's taking off!

I must confess this really makes me burn

A mother shouldn't take

Her daughter's turn