City On Film For Holly
Oh love, the soundtrack to the pitch, a good reason for
treason, a subtle switch between star and bar hungry
sorry musician, crying in indecision.
Oh love, a turn of the tables, a burned up label, a
tragic tale with my Jill of the Hollywood hills. It
just kills the papers, my jealous neighbors turn on...
Their blue eyed movies tell them the truth. But they
just don't know you.
Oh love, a soul survivor, so loosen up the skinny white
suit for a date with the driver and isn't it cute to be
a star to her skylar?
Oh love, I just can't take anymore. At times I wish I
could get my foot out of the door and just kick it
shut. You know I must have been nuts to think that you
were that blue eyed super shinning star.
Now I know that you are just a blue eyed lover that
buried another for the sake of some face and some
undercover.
They don't know you and just why would they want to be
another beautiful bruise?
Now I'm a brown eyed super shinning star. Not quite as
high as you are.
And you're just a blue eyed actor and my latest
disaster and all I was after was the real you.
