Queen Of Hollywood

G                                                                    C

She drove a long way through the night

                                              G

From an urban neighbourhood 

                                            C

She left her mother in a fight

                                     Em

For a dream misunderstood

                                                    F

And her friends they talk on corners

                                       D

They could never comprehend

G                                                        C

But there was always something different

                                          G

In the way she held the stare and the pictures

                      C                                            Em

That she painted were of glamour and of flare

                                                    F

And her boyfriend though he loved her

                                  Am

Knew he couldn’t quite full fill

                                            D

He could never meet her there

Rit:

                                C                           D

She’s never gonna be like the one before

                             C                                          D

She read in the stars that there’s something more

                                C                                       D

No matter what it takes no matter how she breaks

                                              C    D

She’ll be the queen of hollywood

And the cynics they will wonder

What’s the difference with this dreams

And the dreams of countless others

All believing in tv

They see their hand prints in a sidewalk

Flashing cameras on the scene

And a shining limousine

Rit:

She’s never gonna be like the one before

She read in the stars that there’s something more

No matter what it takes no matter how she breaks

She’ll be the queen of hollywood

F                                   C         G           F                  Dm

She’s believing in a dream, it’s a loaded fantasy

F C F G

Now her mother collects cut-outs

And the pictures make her smile

But if she saw behind the curtains

It could only make her cry

She’s got hand prints on her body

Sad moonbeams in her eyes

Not so innocent child.

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