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(Verse 1)

A Attempting resistance 

D Refusing assistance

F#m Is the grass greener on the D other side

F#m P..p..p..please tell me why you E run and hide 

A Frivolous not serious 

D Hungry for attention 

F#mThinks the world revolves D around her

Or did I forget to E mention

(1st Chorus)

F#m Well Hollywood girl you should know things aren't D always about you

 If it A weren't for the money tell me E what would you do

F#m What are you good for  tell me D what's the use 

A Why should I bother no need to E introduce...Hollywood A girl...E Hollywood A girl 

(Verse 2)

A Rude and inconsiderate 

D Doesn't give a damn

F#m Yes no maybe I'm sick of it 

E Girl you're just a sham

A The truth is in your eyes 

D so you hide behind your shades 

F#m It's not Halloween so what's with the disguise 

E You're like a waking masquerade

(Bridge)

A Ready to change this time D aroundddd

F#m Seem so lost waiting to be E foundddd 

A Please tell me what I should D do 

F#m Cause my mind goes blank when it comes to E you  

(2nd Chorus)

F#m Well Hollywood girl you should know D things aren't always about you

A If it weren't for the money tell me E what would you do

F#m Dressed in designer clothes wearing D fancy shoes 

 A Driving around in whatever car E you choose 

F#m Yeah you might be a star but that's D old news 

F#m What are you good for D tell me what's the use 

A You know that you don't have a D purpose 

F#m You know you just aren't E worth it 

A Why should I bother no need to E introduce...Hollywood A girl...E Hollywood A girl 

E Hollywood girl A Hollywood A Girl 

So I have this terribly morbid idea.
I was thinking
that even if I do manage to achieve my "perfect self",
to rid myself of the flaws that haunt me,
my beauty is still destined to fade as I age.
The thought terrifies me.
No matter what I do
I shall end up ugly...
and most likely alone.
And so I had this idea.
This revolting solution to my fears.
Achieve my perfect self,
with flocks of admirers singing my praises;
dress myself up something glamorous,
with razor sharp eyelashes and crimson lips;
and then...
blow my brains out.

It's so selfish.
It's so simple.