Story Behind The Song

The story of a famous actress, from birth to death.

Lyrics

The Golden Pool


The Cadillac pulls out of her circular drive
Breastfed and carried since she was alive
Daddy's a millionaire, Mommy's alert
To make sure her baby will never be hurt

Along about 15, she's taken from school
To pose for an ad beside her swimming pool
The man with the camera wants to be a pair
She wants to decline, but she wouldn't dare

Chorus:
Her figure was stunning, the water was gold
But the sun was descending, the air getting cold
With thoughts of her bathing, in that pool of gold
She says
She says,
"I'm not what I'm used to - I hate getting old"

With premieres and gatherings effecting a taste
We can't let that face of hers just go to waste
A man from the movies wants only to chat
She hopes it develops into much more than that

Diamonds & bracelets were wrapped around her
While every man only wished that he were
Magazine covers and newspaper lies
The hands on her waist have now slipped to her thighs

(Chorus)

A huge celebration at her home on the beach
This wedding costs more than the previous three
She vows to be happier than she's ever been
Her promise forgotten in bottles of gin

Remembering the words that her mother had said
"To make sure they care for you, make sure they're fed"
Beneath a gravemarker of marble & gold
They buried her body before she'd get cold

Final chorus:
Her figure was stunning, the water was gold
But the sun was descending, the air getting cold
With thoughts of her bathing, in that pool of gold
They said
She said,
"I'm not what I'm used to - I hate getting old"