Lyrics

Lisa never wanted to be famous But she wasn't no average type of gal Everyone who saw her said the same thing There was something special about her smile And at first glance she did not seem so stand-outBut then you felt your head spin back around And if you caught her gaze you got the sense that She was staring right into your soul [Pre-Chorus] And then they picked her up, stole her away Put a picture on display All because of how she looked Now she's trappеd in history books [Chorus] Lisa, when you get off of work I'll wrap you in a shirt Sneak you out thе back door Into my Cadillac And I'll drive you to the beach So I can finally see What your smile looks like when you feel free I wanna see what your smile looks like when you feel free [Verse 2] She never got a chance to tell her story She never got a chance to live her dreams 'Cause fame is not the same thing as glory All it does it rob you of your peace So I can't bring myself to take a picture, oh And show it to my friends when I get home As if her beauty was for my possession The plight of every woman in this world [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, they picked her up, stole her away Forever to be on display All because she looked just right Now she don't get to sleep at night [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] Lisa, when you get off of work I'll wrap you in a shirt Sneak you out the back door Into my Cadillac And I'll drive you to the beach So I can finally see What your smile looks like when you feel free I wanna see what your smile looks like when you feel free I wanna see what your smile looks like when you feel free I wanna see what your smile looks like when you feel free