Max
Once, you won't remember
If you said hollywood, hers was the face you'd think of
Her face on every billboard
In just a single week, she's get ten thousand letters

Men would offer
Fortunes for a bloom from her corsage
Or a few strands of her hair

Today, she's half-forgotten
But it's the pictures that got small
She is the greatest star of all

Then, you can't imagine
How fans would sacrifice themselves to touch her shadow
There was a maharajah
Who hanged himself with one of her discarded stockings

She's immortal
Caught inside that flickering light beam
Is a youth which cannot fade

Madame's a living legend;
I've seen so many idols fall
She is the greatest star of all

Joe (v.o.)
When he'd gone, i stook looking out the window for a while.
There was the ghost of a tennis court with faded markings and a sagging net.
There was an empty pool where clara bows and fatty arbuckle must have swum 10,000 midnights ago.
And then there was something else: the chimp's last rites, as if she were laying
A child to rest. was her life really as empty as that?