Ransom

On the silver screen
There'll be no other
Seven-picture deal
At Warner Brothers

Every billboard screams
What a sensation
Leading lady of
A generation

Photoplay just called
She on the cover
Rumors start to spread
About her lovers

Paparazzi swarm
At the red carpet
Telephoto lens
Trained on its target

While she's still asleep
Alone, just at daybreak
From the clouds there falls
A solitary snowflake
Three masked men prepare
A brutal home invasion
Pistols in their hands
The mob needs no persuasion

No one hears her screams
Because she has no neighbours
And security
Don't owe her any favours
In no time at all
They've done their dirty duty
Now the vicious beasts
Have caught the fabled beauty

Then the kidnappers
Write to the fixer
That they'll drop the bombshell
In a mixer

Leave the ransom
In a buried briefcase
Unmarked banknotes so
They'll never be traced

She's a darling of
The gossip columns
Hedda Hopper says
She has a problem

Now she's disappeared
Gone supernova
The ransom note is clear
Her reign is over