Woorden: Vega Under Fire. Hello. Hollywood.

I slowly pace forward
and blame my heavy size
I'm giving up on that
I'm giving up to fast
The more I grow older
The more I consider
Living by your side
More along those lines
Whoa, My Strawberry, My cup of tea
keep you breeze toward me
Ch: I'd like a taste of Hollywood
But not without you girl
Tell me what would you prefer?
I'd like a taste of Hollywood,
But not without you girl
We were destined for the public eye

In this situation
we can have our moral views,
but I'm still confused
With which is true
The more I grow older
The more that I consider
Living by your side
More along those lines

Whoa, My strawberry, My cup of tea
Keep you breeze toward me

CH:

Do you, Do you believe in my daydreams?

CH: