Goodbye Norma Jean Though I never you at all You had the grace to hold yourself While those around you crawled They crawled out of the woodwork And they whispered your brain They set you on the treadmill they made you change your name
And it seems to me you your life Like a candle in the wind Never knowing who to cling to When the rain set in And I would have liked have known you But I was just a Your candle burned out long before Your legend ever(*) did
was tough The toughest role you ever played Hollywood created a superstar And pain was the price you Even when you died Oh the press still hounded you All the papers had to say Was that Marilyn was found in the nude
Norma Jean the young man in the 22nd row Who sees you as something as more than sexual More than just our Marilyn Monroe