Don't Belong In Hollywood

Don't Belong In Hollywood - Tom Odell (湯姆·奧德爾)

Lyrics by：Tom Odell

Composed by：Tom Odell

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 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 X

No boy I'll be an music star

I'll buy a jaguar

And every joke I tell the audience will laugh

Beverley boulevard

One day we'll be standing there face to face

But you won't see the tears beneath my pride I chase

Fool you all 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 three AM 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've 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