Lady Jane

Made up like Marilyn, without the Monroe

She crash- landed the movie scene in her baby blue stilettos

Motels and bibles

They made love to all her dreams

Blinded by the fireflies

She Found Vegas with James dean

Holding hands with a cigarette

She was half cut by a crystal haze

Sugar sweet, and so cherry stained...

You can call me Lady Jane

I’ve got my very own star on the holly walk of fame…