At a young age I was intrigued by the sound
I was obsessed with the attention of a crowd
I was a singer, not a very popular one
I spent my time chasing the sun
I decided to be the perfect wife
Trophy wife with an opulent life
Summertime white wine callin’ up the kids at dinner time
(I wanna be on Rodeo Drive)
I wasn’t happy, deeply depressed
In the back of mind the dreams I pressed
I wanna be a musician
For the people to listen
And for my my long hair to glisten
In the bright flashes of the cameras
I coulda gone to Hollywood
I say it all the time
I shoulda gone to Hollywood in my youth and prime
I’d sit on the west coast, sip a cola lime
With you, with you, with you
(That’s all I wanna do)
My mind’s in a depression
My life’s in a recession
Can’t afford to fulfill my obsessions
So I drive, wind in my hair
With a destination of nowhere
Red lipstick on, I’m running away
To the city of angels
Far far away (will you come with me?)
Thank you God, I’m alive again