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de Steve Roach

Hollywood whore
Passed out on the floor
I'm sorry but the party's over

Cocaine nose and trendy clothes
Gotta send her to rehab
She found out she's got no soul
But it really doesn't bother her
White trash queen
American dream
Oh, what a role model
Throwing a fit
Making a scene
Like no tomorrow

Hollywood whore
Passed out on the floor
Can't take it no more
I'm sorry but the party's over
The talk of the town is she's going down
I'm sorry but the party's over now

Awake by noon, drunk by four
Sucked up in the show-biz
You're so lame
You're such a bore
I wanna kick your teeth in

Plastic smile to match your style
We can tell you got a face lift
You're so vain, oh so vile
You're a number one hit

Hollywood whore
Passed out on the floor
Can't take it no more
I'm sorry but the party's over
The talk of the town is she's going down
I'm sorry but the party's over

The cameras are gone
And nobody screams
She couldn't survive her 15 minutes of fame
Her friends are all gone
She's going insane
She'll never survive without the money and fame
It's all going down the drain

Hollywood whore
Passed out on the floor
I'm sorry but the party's over
The talk of the town is she's going down
I'm sorry but the party's over

Hollywood whore
Passed out on the floor
I'm sorry but the party's over
The talk of the town is she's going down
I'm sorry but the party's over

Wake up!
The party's over
Wake up!
The party's over
Wake up!
The party's over
Wake up!
The party's over now!

Hahahaha
Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya honey
Hahahahahaha

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