TV Girl – Every Stupid Actress (Guitar)

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I dremt that I screwed every stupid actress in LA

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I dremt that I was holding them and told them that It'd be okay

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It's not easy being famous anyways, so famous people say

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'Cause everyone that you meet just wants to screw ya, and you can't complain

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And It's a shame, she'd be a queen back in Rhode Island

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Now she waits in line with the other sad clichés

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Amd besides, she's really not so sexy and wild

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That was just the part she had to play

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I dreamt that I saved every stupid actress in LA

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And every aging waitress who gave it up and had to change back her name

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They floated out of every coke-feuled party, every overpriced cafe

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But that was just some dream I had, and when I woke up nothing changed

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Even though she don't have grace like Greta Garbo

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Even though she don't have eyes like Clara Bow

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That leather glove could pluck you from the huddled mass tomorrow

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And toss you through a gilded puff of smoke

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I dreamt that I was every stupid actress in LA

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I dreamt it, that you meant it when you said you would come and see my play

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You sat there and you watched me, and thought it was pretty good for a pretty face

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And wondered, if I had a soul to sell, would it get bought or just thrown away

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The statue of infamy, it gazes down inside us

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From its perch up in Hollywood Hills

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Give me your crazy and your desperate and your beautiful but inspired

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I'll give them glamor, give them thrills

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And to me there's nothing sad about a dream

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She screamed as she swan-dove from a pearly while H

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    Those nobodies back home, they only dream while they're asleep

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Not you and me babe, we keep ours through the day