Tom Odell

Tom Odell - Don't Belong In Hollywood songtekst

Je score:

Hello, my beautiful friend
Did you get the money that your mother sent?
Your pictures don't make sense
Are you happy or do you just pretend?
You live in a town made by movie stars 
And educated hearts
Might sound like Amy Winehouse singing in your car
Do you wanna play that part?
Wear a dress your record label bought you
Fall in love with some Californian boy

Fool me! Did you think you could?
You don't belong in Hollywood, no no

Hey kids, look at my face
I'm sick and tired of being somebody that you hate
Gee whiz, pack all my bags
I'll buy a first class seat direct to LAX
No boy, I'll be an music star
I'll buy a Jaguar
And every joke I tell the audience will laugh
Beverley boulevard
One day we'll be standing there face to face
But you won't see the tears beneath my Prada shades

Fool you! All I thought I could
I don't belong in Hollywood, no no

Say what you wanna say
How people change and there's no point reminiscing
It's three AM and I'm still awake
I keep thinking babe, my phone's vibrating

Fool me! Did you think you could?
Come back to America
I should've loved you when I could
Oh, we're hopelessly misunderstood
We don't belong in Hollywood
No, we don't belong in Hollywood, no no
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Auteur: Tom Odell

Componist: Tom Odell

Publisher: Columbia

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 2018

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Jubilee Road (2018)

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