He was the king of broken dreams
Trying to sift through empty seams
He saw a face under a crown
The beauty queen at the carnival
As cupid aimed the town parade
He missed the shot he should have made
As fate was played the shooting stars
Rained down upon the lovers paths

They stole away to a darkened room
He freed the golden threads of flaming June
Her soft white dress on a dusty floor
A premature reminder of the love in store

She left the life she could have had
And took a chance on Bobby's hand
He promised her the moon and stars
But suddenly the sky came falling down

Ten years of reign came to an end
The radio man cried, The King is Dead
It's the greatest case the town had seen
The papers called her Killer Beauty Queen
She tried to plead her innocence
The knife was pulled in self-defence
But the Judge said, You can try those crying eyes
You run with wild horses you pay the price
You can try those crying eyes