Good bye, Nor ma Jean.

Though I nev er knew you at all, you had wood the grace ed to hold your self

while those a round price you crawled.

They crawled out of the wood work

and they whis pered in to your brain.

you.

They set you on a tread mill say

and they made i you change was your name.

the nude.

It seems to me you lived your life like a can dle in the wind,

nev er know ing

who to cling to

when the rain set in.

I would have liked to have known you but I was just a kid.

Your can dle burned out long be fore

your leg end ev er did.

Lone li ness was tough,

the tough est role you ev er played.

Hol ly wood cre at ed a su per star

and pain was the price you paid.

And e ven when you died, work

and they oh, the press still hound ed you.

All the pa on pers had to say

was that Mar i lyn change was found in the nude.

It seems to me you lived your life like a can dle in the wind,

nev er know ing

who to cling to

when the rain set in.

I would have liked to have known you but I was just a kid.

Your can dle burned out long be fore

your leg end ev er did.

I would have liked to have known you, oh, but I was just a kid.

Your can dle burned out long be fore

your leg end ev er did.