Hollywood Lie

If I got on my bike and took off my top

Could I be your new babe, a Pacific Blue cop

If I changed my name into something insane

Like Scary Spice, would I get all the fame

Would it happen to me if I walked down the street singing

"Hit me, baby, one more time"

I want a penthouse in Hollywood

Sitting on the W

Limousines and wannabe's, polishing my brand new shoes

Find me an old rich man

Put a diamond ring upon your hand

Let him die with his own big lie

Take his cash and get real high

If I made a success with an old melody

Took off my dress and made pornography

Would it happen to me if I walked down the street singing

"Hit me, baby, one more time"

I want a penthouse in Hollywood

Sitting on the W

Limousines and wannabe's, polishing my brand new shoes

Find me an old rich man

Put a diamond ring upon your hand

Let him die with his own big lie

Take his cash and get real high

If I hit the front page of Vogue magazine

Would I be in your face, if you know what I mean

If I'd be a big star would I come as far

As Drew Barrymore, drive an expensive car

Would it happen to me if I walked down the street singing

"Hit me, baby, one more time"

I want a penthouse in Hollywood

Sitting on the W

Limousines and wannabe's, polishing my brand new shoes

Find me an old rich man

Put a diamond ring upon your hand

Let him die with his own big lie

Take his cash and get real high