Lovers must swim oceans
'Cause back home there's no romance
According to my training
You don't get a second chance
At last I found a partner
Who can dig my twisted games
What scares me is your habit
When you bring up the old time flames
Hollywood distractions
Plus my New York backstreet ways
Hollywood distractions
Bless those West Coast wind-up days
I can't drop the charges
Even though you changed the tune
My knife-point Brooklyn schooling
Curse your name at each full moon
Now I'm interrupting
Please, excuse my dead end charm
I guess the past don't matter
The good old days are gone
Hollywood distractions
Plus my New York backstreet ways
Hollywood distractions
Bless those West Coast wind-up days
No one can acuse me
'Cause I tried to play the part
If you can excuse me
Now it's time I fall apart
Now I got a reason
To wake up everyday
What scares me is my habit
I got nothing left to say
Hollywood distractions
Plus my New York backstreet ways
Hollywood distractions
Bless those West Coast wind-up days
Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood
Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood
Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood
Distractions, distractions
Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood
Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood
Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood
Distractions, distractions, distractions, distractions