| She grew up reading every magazine
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| Of rags to riches worlds
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| She lost her heart to do
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| The American dream of Hollywood
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| She used to dream about love
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| Her youth was lived out like on a stage
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| She left the boring world she knew at home
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| And made her star struck way
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| But something there
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| Was lost along the road to Hollywood
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| She used to dream about love
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| Her youth was lived out like on a stage
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| But these days she hits the strip tonight
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| All the names in lights and the games to play
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| She speeds around and drives uptown
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| And pulls out all the stops, she’ll hit the top someday
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| Loves New York and California nights
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| And the glamor life of the celluloid stage
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| She takes advantage of her long blonde hair
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| Lord I know it’s so damn true
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| We used to sit and talk she’d hold my hand
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| She’d hold my hand
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| She used to love me
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| I used to love her gentle ways
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| But these days she hits the strip at night
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| All the names in lights, and the games to play
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| She speeds around and drives uptown
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| And pulls out all the stops
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| She’ll hit the top someday, someday
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| She’s got the face and the lips and the legs
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| That fit mid-America's apple pie ways
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| Sells herself to the producer’s couch
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| Feeling down and out on the streets of L. A
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| And while she’s down she’s fun to walk on
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| Until she’s dead, they all wonder why
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| The applause is not for her but for the silver screen
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| And manufactured dreams to make you cry
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| So come on give us one more, come on, one more time
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| Before the hitting the bars on the boulevard
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| And never fear everyone’s a star in Hollywood
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| She used to dream about love
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| Her youth was lived out like on a stage |