Letra

Happy birthday Mr President I think there's been an incident Can't help it that I'm into him In nothing but his shirt and tie I guess he's just the silent type I must have caught him by surprise My Vision's getting blurry And I Need someone to hurry Operator There's a death on Mulholland Drive I didn't kill him, he just ran into my knife Oh my god, we need a stretcher They say that pain is pleasure I guess I'll visit him in Hollywood forever Hollywood forever Look at how the stars aligned A pretty face in flashing lights I've never been too camera shy The victim of the perfect crime He wore red and I wore white Fame is such a sacrifice My Vision's getting blurry And I Need someone to hurry Operator There's a death on Mulholland Drive I didn't kill him, he just ran into my knife Oh my god, we need a stretcher They say that pain is pleasure I guess I'll visit him in Hollywood forever Hollywood forever
Writer(s): Havanna Winter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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