| She looked so sleek and sassy
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| Rolling down Rodeo Drive
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| She got her daddy’s black Corniche
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| And her tennis pro by her side
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| And she wants her mother’s lover
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| To exercise her skill
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| And if she don’t score him fast
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| She knows that her brother will
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| Oh I wish I were born in Beverly Hills
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| I swear I couldn’t drink half as much as she spills
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| I want to live it up get my kicks and thrills
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| Be a gigolo lover and send her the bills
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| She says that she’s an actress
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| Just never got a part
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| Now she’s a teenage mess
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| With a burned out Gucci heart
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| She cracked one day at Cartier
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| When things came to a head
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| They put her trinkets away
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| And wrapped her up instead
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| Oh I wish I were born in Beverly Hills
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| I swear I couldn’t drink half as much as she spills
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| I want to live it up get my kicks and thrills
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| Be a gigolo lover and send her the bills
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| She bit like a dog and she screamed like hell
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| «You ain’t taking me to no padded cell
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| You better take all your hands off my high priced tail»
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| Oh I wish I were born in Beverly Hills
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| I swear I couldn’t drink half as much as she spills
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| I want to live it up get my kicks and thrills
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| Be a gigolo lover and send her the bills |