Miss Hollywood

(альбом: Nothing Rhymes With Woman - 2009)

Shooting Stars. Gilded Age
Yeah just spoll your dreams to me
And we just hide away
You can stay if you believe
Just a leap of faith
Across a busy Boulevard of Broken Dreams

And I dream about her even though I never should...
Miss Hollywood, miss Hollywood, miss hollywood
Yeah I would ride into the sunset if I could
Ms. Hollywood, Ms. Hollywood, Ms. Hollywood
So slow to fade...

Check all the Hip across the street
Taking turns unlocking doors to fame by prozimity
Golden dreams flow like water
and the water always wins, for good or bad
Once you let it in

[Chorus]

Don't cry on Oscar night
Lifted off from Mother Earth
To find her elusive smile
You can't buy authentic vibe
But you can checkout all the detours off the 405
But you can stay if you believe
But spinning gold is never easy
When shooting stars are your dreams
Up in the sku a star's just a star
But funny thing, when looking up
It seems to follow you wherever you are

And I dream about her even though I never should
Miss Hollywood, miss Hollywood, miss Hollywood
Yeah I could ride into the sunset if I could
Ms. Hollywood, Ms. Hollywood, Ms. Hollywood
And I dream about her even though I never should
Miss Hollywood, miss Hollywood, miss Hollywood
Yeah I would ride into the sun like Clint Eastwood
Ms. Hollywood, Ms. Hollywood, Ms. Hollywood
So slow to fade... So slow to fade... So slow to fade...