Oh love, the soundtrack to the pitch, a good reason for treason, a subtle switch between star and bar hungry sorry musician, crying in indecision.
Oh love, a turn of the tables, a burned up label, a tragic tale with my Jill of the Hollywood hills. It just kills the papers, my jealous neighbors turn on...
Their blue eyed movies tell them the truth. But they just don't know you.
Oh love, a soul survivor, so loosen up the skinny white suit for a date with the driver and isn't it cute to be a star to her skylar?
Oh love, I just can't take anymore. At times I wish I could get my foot out of the door and just kick it shut. You know I must have been nuts to think that you were that blue eyed super shinning star.
Now I know that you are just a blue eyed lover that buried another for the sake of some face and some undercover.
They don't know you and just why would they want to be another beautiful bruise?
Now I'm a brown eyed super shinning star. Not quite as high as you are.
And you're just a blue eyed actor and my latest disaster and all I was after was the real you.
