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Woorden: Dirt Poor Robins. Hollywood.

I'm gonna drive my car
Take a trip, I'm heading for L.A.
Gonna shine like a star
The sidewalk and the streets will bear my name

So change your hair, change your face
You've got to win this human race
Cause in the end, all the world was not your stage
You were its girl...
In Hollywood

You gotta do what they say
Cause they know how to take you to the top
But they all can't agree
If your note sustains or if it stops

So lighten up, and lose some weight
After all they hold your fate
I hope that I have what it takes
To be the picture they create...
Of Hollywood

I'm climbing the charts to number one
Are we having fun yet?

So what do you think of what you see?
Can you validate me?
Can you validate me?

When I'm old and out of touch
Will you keep me pick me up?
Although it's lonely at the top
It's much more lonesome when you drop

So change your hair, change your face
You've got to win this human race
Cause in the end, all the world was not your stage
You were its girl...
In Hollywood

I hope there's something more than Hollywood
There's got to be much more than Hollywood

I hope there's something more than Hollywood
There's got to be much more than Hollywood