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I know you didn't think that I'd really run away to HollywoodNeither did the bus driver or the pretty waitress at the truck stopMaybe you can call my mom and tell her that I'm fine and that I'm making itI'll have enough cash to send you for a ticket when the deal goes throughAnd I'll be a big tipper and a tabloid queenPass out in the corner when I'm on the club sceneWe can wear Versace and pretend to look boredAnd I'll thank you for support when I accept the award'Cause it's a cake walkMaking it in HollywoodAnd someday I'll be making it with youMe and clint Eastwood go to the same bar when he's in townHe goes inside with a woman as I wait on the stepsSometimes I play my guitar on the street in Santa MonicaSchwarzenegger listened once and gave me twenty bucks so I would stop the noiseAnd I'll be a big tipper and a tabloid queenPass out in the corner when I'm on the club sceneWe can wear Versace and pretend to look boredAnd I'll thank you for support when I accept the award'Cause it's a cake walkMaking it in HollywoodLetras de cancionesAnd someday I'll be making it'Cause it's a cake walkMaking it in HollywoodAnd someday I'll be making it with youI know you didn't think that I'd really run away to HollywoodIt's nice and warm and sunny hereI wonder if it's raining where you are From Letras Mania