text: Out of the fire like Catholic saints
  Comes Scarlett and her deep complaint
  Mimicking tenderness she sees
  In sentimental movies
  A celluloid rider comes to town
  Cinematic lovers sway
  Plantations and sweeping ballroom gowns
  Take her breath away
  Out in the wind in crinolines
  Chasing the ghosts of Gable and Flynn
  Through stand-in boys and extra players
  Magnolias hopeful in her auburn hair
  She comes from a school of southern charm
  She likes to have things her way
  Any man in the world holding out his arm
  Would soon be made to pay
  Friends have told her not so proud
  Neighbors trying to sleep and yelling not so loud
  Lovers in anger block of ice
  Harder and harder just to be nice
  Given in the night to dark dreams
  From the dark things she feels
  She covers her eyes in the x-rated scenes
  Running from the reels
  Beauty and madness to be praised
  cause it is not easy to be brave
  To walk around in so much need
  To carry the weight of all that greed
  Dressed in stolen clothes she stands
  Cast iron and frail
  With her impossibly gentle hands
  And her blood-red fingernails
  Out of the fire and still smoldering
  She says a woman must have everything
  Shades of scarlett conquering
  She says a woman must have everything