He says: “OH MY GOD, YOU LOOK JUST SHAKIRA! NO, NO! YOU’RE CATHERINE ZETA!” Actually, my name’s Marina.
American dream is the american queen American queen is the american dream
She is a polish girl in america tall, tanned hot blonde called Anya I asked her “Why would you want to be a Hollywood wife?” “Because I don’t wanna end up living in a dive on Vine”
Air hostesses doing gossip magazine crosswords on a flight to old L.A. 39 years old with a mile-high sheen trying to stimulate a mind that is slowly starting to decay I itch my skin to stand up and say “Lady, I know why your thoughts turned grey”
Hollywood infected your brain You wanted kissing in the rain Living in a movie scene Puking American dreams I’m obsessed with the mess that’s America I’m obsessed with the mess that’s America
A fat security making plays for me soon as I touch down in old LA He says “OH MY GOD, YOU LOOK JUST SHAKIRA NO, NO! YOU’RE CATHERINE ZETA!” “Actually, my name’s Marina”
Your mind is just like mine All filled up with things benign you’re looking for the golden light
Hollywood infected your brain You wanted kissing in the rain Living in a movie scene Puking American dreams I’m obsessed with the mess that’s America I’m obsessed with the mess that’s America
American dream is the american queen American queen is the american dream