She's My Hollywood

You're like living on a country road

If Sunday morning had its own zip code

You're so sweet, to treat me good

She's the top down on a muscle car

A pool cue swinging in a red neck bar

You're my hometown, but she's my Hollywood

You're the sunrise on a perfect day

A picnic blanket in the month of May

The girl next door from the neighborhood

She's the zipper on a miniskirt

The kind of trouble that will get you hurt

You're my hometown, but she's my Hollywood

You're an angel singing in the choir

She's like sparks from a fallen wire

Baby, you got style, you got class

She's like sand in an hourglass

You're the school girl in a checkered dress

Her stilettos gonna leave a mess

You're my hometown, but she's my Hollywood

You're a book and nothing but the truth

She's like pictures from a photo both

Baby, you got charm, you got grace

She's the poker in a fireplace

You're the kind of love that's built to last

She's the bottom of a champagne glass

You're my hometown, but she's my Hollywood

Ray Lambiase   vocal, acoustic guitar

Kate Corrigan, Abyy Lane, Rorie Kelly   vocals

Marck Mancini  piano

Guy Valic   electric lead guitar

Mike Nugent   slide guitar

Kevin Kelly   bass

John Michel   drums

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