Cm F Hello, my beautiful friend A# F D# Did you get the money that your mother sent? Cm F Your pictures don't make sense A# F D# Are you happy or do you just pretend? D D# F You live in a town made by movie stars and educated hearts D D# Might sound like Amy Winehouse singing in your car F Do you wanna play that part? D# F Wear a dress your record label bought you D# F Fall in love with some Californian boy D D# Fool me, did you think you could F D# D# Cm7 You don't belong in Hollywood, no no Hey kids, look at my face I'm sick and tired of being somebody that you hate Gee whiz, pack all my bags I'll buy a first class seat direct to LAX No boy, I'll be an music star I'll buy a Jaguar And every joke I tell the audience will laugh Beverley boulevard One day we'll be standing there face to face But you won't see the tears beneath my Prada shades Chorus: D D# Fool you oh I thought I could F D# A# Cm7 I don't belong in Hollywood, no no G# D# Say what you wanna say D#m A# How people change and there's no point reminiscing C Fm It's 3AM and I'm still awake A# G I keep thinking babe, my phone's vibrating G# A# Fool me, did you think you could A# Cm F Come back to the neighbourhood G# A# I should have loved you when I could A# Cm F Oh, we're hopelessly misunderstood G# A# We don't belong in Hollywood G# D# Fm D# No, we don't belong in Hollywood, no no | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# C Cm Cm7 D D# D#m F Fm G G# |