Hollywood

I walked to San Francisco, she nearly changed my mind And all the years lookin' down, watchin' me work overtime She said she'd hold my hand only between the sheets Just to go tell her friends, "I need a man for me" Hey, how are you now? Splur Oh, I don't need a baby When she's not good to me Yeah, when I talk, she's in a trail But she always said sorry No, she's not good to me Oh, how are you now, yeah, how are you now? (Whoo!) So I left San Francisco, ran down to Hollywood She said I need a system, I said she needs it more Maybe she's got a sister, maybe she's 24 I swear on my own living She got me down, am I facing the ground? And she's turning her back on me I'm reeling in death with these words in my head And I'm trying so hard just to be (whoo!) Alright Splur She's no good (Hollywood) She's no good (Hollywood) She's no good (Hollywood) She's no good (Hollywood) She's no good (Hollywood) She's no good (Hollywood) She's no good (Hollywood) She's no good (Hollywood), ah! Whoo!