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 L.A., yes
No boy, I'll be a music star
I'll buy a Jaguar
And every joke I tell, you're the one's who laugh
Beverly boulevard
One day we'll be standing there face to face
But you won't see the tears beneath my Prada shades

Fool you oh 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 3AM 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 have 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

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Tom Peter Odell