My poor Dorothy
Show her mercy
Give her an ounce of respect
I think she is worthy
You would see Over The Rainbow differently now
I can hear in these dark days how
My poor Dorothy is searching
For a way out
Even this young talent
Developed a habit
Of popping pills
Because her life was unbalanced
My poor Dorothy didn't sleep
The directors made her keep
Trudging on for hours
And how my poor Dorothy would weep
They treated her like property
Never cared for her properly
And didn't care about her at all
As long as her performance was quality
And when she couldn't sleep at night
My poor Dorothy was a fright
To see hopped up on those sleeping pills
In the morning light
I wish a rainbow would take her
And the bluebirds would wake her
And my poor Dorothy would be happy
Where there was no one to break her
She was everyone's pin cushion
A sad young woman
No one knew she'd been molested
By her studio chief in their sessions
And if they did they didn't care
They just braided her hair
And heartlessly exploited her
And yet today we aren't aware
We see a technicolor world
And a wistful little girl
Not my poor Dorothy
As her sad fate unfurled
And these days she flies
In those blue bird's happy skies
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
Broken dreams in her still eyes
My poor Dorothy was
Never truly loved because
She was an agenda
Always just a benefit to someone
So I tell Dorothy's story
However dark and gory
Because after what they did to her
She deserves the glory.
XXX
Judy Garland
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Thank God For Girls
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