You’re the best place to go When I cry, when I cry I never asked for much before, not before Things are changed; I need more Tell me why,

That we hide away forever And we take them out and Show ourselves When everyone has gone Some are satin some are steel Some are silk and some are

About a woman and a man Maybe you will find familiar Maybe you won’t understand The man’s name I don’t remember He was always Joe to me But I

All come from somewhere To live in sunshine Their funky exile Midwestern ladies High-heeled and faded Drivin’ sleek new sports cars With their New York cowboys Hiding up in

Through the lights- In a hot new rent-a-car. He joins the lover in his heavy machine- It’s a scene down on Sunset Boulevard. CHORUS Say goodbye to Hollywood Say

It’s yours to keep ’cause opinions are free Nobody knows about the trouble I’ve seen Nobody’s perfect, mister, nobody’s clean It costs too much and takes too long to

I don’t know what it is But I know that I can’t live without her She’s got a way of pleasin’ I don’t know what it is But there

I know it’s building up inside of me I’ve got all the symptoms and the side effects Of city life anxiety I could never understand why the urban attitude

But still you believe The wound is so fresh you can taste the blood BUt you don’t have strength to leave You’ve been bought, you’ve been sold You’ve been

But in my innocence I found All the con men and their acrobats Who stomped me in the ground If I count up their percentages I know they’re getting

Right at this moment I’m totally cool Clear as a crystal, sharp as a knife I feel like I’m in the prime of my life Sometimes it feels like

I didn’t want to do it but I got too lonely I had to call you up in the middle of the night I know it’s awful hard to

Perhaps a bottle of rose instead We’ll get a table near the street In our old familiar place You and I-face to face A bottle of red, a bottle

Why can’t I say what I mean Why don’t I stay home And get myself into some boring routine Why can’t I calm down Why is it always a

Don’t say a word Nobody noticed Nothing was heard It was committed discreetly It was handled so neatly And it shouldn’t surprise you at all You know Break all

Oh baby, you got nothing to play on your stereo. “Why don’t the Beatles get back together?” “Why don’t nobody sing of romance?”- Oh baby, all you wanna do

That’s what you heard about me Jealous talk That’s what I heard about you Everybody’s telling lies I don’t even know why Why can’t people Find something better to

South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe Rosenbergs, H-bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom Brando, “The King and I” and

They say she wakes up at one And makes the paparazzi run till dawn She wines and dines with Argentines and Kuwaitis After she sips maragaritas on the White

It isn’t hard to find You can have the love you need to live But if you look for truthfulness You might just as well be blind It always