CmF
Hello, my beautiful friend
BbFEb
Did you get the money that your mother sent?
CmF
Your pictures don't make sense
BbFEb
Are you happy or do you just pretend?
DEbF
You live in a town made by movie stars and educated hearts
DEb
Might sound like Amy Winehouse singing in your car
F
Do you wanna play that part?
EbF
Wear a dress your record label bought you
EbF
Fall in love with some Californian boy
DEb
Fool me, did you think you could
FEbEbCm7
You don't belong in Hollywood, no no
CmF
Hey kids, look at my face
BbFEb
I'm sick and tired of being somebody that you hate
CmF
Gee whiz, pack all my bags
BbFEb
I'll buy a first class seat direct to L.A.X.,
DEbF
No boy, I'll be a music star I'll buy a Jaguar
DEb
And every joke I tell, the audiance will laugh
F
Beverly boulevard
EbF
One day we'll be standing there face to face
EbF
But you won't see the tears beneath my Prada shades
DEb
Fool you oh I thought I could
FEbBbCm7
I don't belong in Hollywood, no no
AbEb
Say what you wanna say
EbmBb
How people change and there's no point reminiscing
CFm
It's 3AM and I'm still awake
BbG
I keep thinking babe, my phone's vibrating
AbBb
Fool me, did you think you could
BbCmF
Come back to the neighbourhood
AbBb
I should have loved you when I could
BbCmF
Oh, we're hopelessly misunderstood
AbBb
We don't belong in Hollywood
AbEbFmEb
No, we don't belong in Hollywood, no no
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.