Hollywood

Morning cup of coffee Not a single word And if you do, say something It's only about war Every time I ask you You just say we're good Either I'm a fool for asking Or you belong in Hollywood Five o'clock martinis Watch the sun go down (sun go down) Eyes in crystal glasses That's the only sense I say you, "let's get away" You just smile and say we should Well either I'm a fool for asking Or you belong in Hollywood Like a silver screen It's a technical dream We pretend it's real But it's only make-believe Lying in our bed In the middle of "back to" We say, "goodnight, I love you" We never miss our cue I ask you, if you mean it (you mean it) You say, "yes, I knew you" Well either I'm a fool for asking Or you belong in Hollywood Either I'm a fool for asking Or you belong in Hollywood --- Hollywood - Lee Ann Womack