Song Description

The story of a girl who goes away and makes bad.

Lyrics

There was a pretty girl, her name was Chyna Blue,
She left to make her dreams come true.
Poor Chyna. Things went bad, and some were sad
To see her down.
Wearing rags instead of gowns.
Poor Chyna Blue

Chyna left to be a star, she heard that dreams come true
If everything you are shines through.
Poor Chyna. Cheap perfume, a two-bit room,
And beat-down men.
Can she ever smile again?
Poor Chyna Blue.

Back at home she was Queen:
Led parades in a limousine,
Wearing flowers in her hair,
Throwing kisses with a casual flair.

Now she haunts the alley-ways as if her dreams are there
But buried in the maze somewhere.
Poor Chyna. Shopping cart, a broken heart,
And eyes so bruised.
She has paid some heavy dues.
Poor Chyna Blue.

On the street one winter day she fell into a trance
And dreamed she had just one last chance.
Rise Chyna. Stand up tall and give your all.
You must be brave. See the people cheer and wave?
You're coming home, Chyna Blue.
You're home at last, Chyna Blue.
You're home at last,
Home at last.