(#70 in 1982)





She grew up reading every magazine

Of rags to riches worlds

She lost her heart to do the American dream

Of Hollywood



She used to dream about love

Her youth was lived out like on a stage



She left the boring world she knew at home

And made her star struck way

But something there was lost along the road

To Hollywood



She used to dream about love

Her youth was lived out like on a stage



But these days she hits the strip tonight

All the names in lights, and the games to play

She speeds around and drives uptown

And pulls out all the stops, she'll hit the top someday

Loves New York and California nights

And the glamour life of the celluloid stage



She takes advantage of her long blonde hair

Lord I know it's so damn true

We used to sit and talk she'd hold my hand

She'd hold my hand



She used to love me

I used to love her gentle ways



But these days she hits the strip at night

All the names in lights, and the games to play

She speeds around and drives uptown

And pulls out all the stops

She'll hit the top someday, someday

She's got the face and the lips and the legs

That fit mid-America's apple pie ways

Sells herself to the producer's couch

Feeling down and out on the streets of L.A.

And while she's down she's fun to walk on

Until she's dead, they all wonder why

The applause is not for her but for the silver screen

And manufactured dreams to make you cry

So come on give us one more, come on, one more time

Before the hitting the bars on the boulevard



And never fear everyone's a star in Hollywood



She used to dream about love

Her youth was lived out like on a stage





Submitted by Michael Hack