Celeste Byers - It's Hot In Hollywood
It's hot in Hollywood sometime's it's hard to feel this good. Cars rushing by down the street, how do I protect myself from this heat? The armpits of my knees are sweating and the sweat drips down the back of my legs. Drinking a hot cup of coffee in the blazing heat, if I was coconut ice cream, I'd melt into my seat. There's something about this heat, I'm loving that occasional breeze. Taking off my shoes to stop suffocating my feet, iridescent skin cells on my arm are glistening. I ran away, ran away, ran away to find this heat. I ran away, ran away to escape that feeling. I ran away, ran away, ran away to find this peace. I ran away, ran away to escape that unease. It's warm inside my room and I can't sleep when I'm missing you I've got to take off my stockings 'cause it's hot. Sometimes I can't tell if you love me or not. Sitting here the sunshine sometimes I wish I could call you mine. I'll be here til my skin turns brown and wrinkly. I'll be on this planet til the bugs eat my body I ran away, ran away, ran away to find this heat. I ran away, ran away to escape that feeling. I ran away, ran away, ran away to find this peace. I ran away, ran away to escape that unease. It's hot in Hollywood, sometimes it's hard to feel this good.
