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Musical: Grand Hotel
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What did he see in me? What's my attraction? Could that face make a million men adore me? And make a hundred camera mean explore me? Is that the girl I see there right before me? I wanna be that girl in the mirror, there! I wanna be that girl with gorgeous hair up on a silver screen most everywhere in the world! I want to go to Hollywood Talkies - I mean the pictures! I wanna have a hot time every night, Go out and raise a little fahrenheit Knock ev'ry duke and count and baron right off his feet! I'll be that girl that's understood -oh! I want to go to Hollywood. I wanna sing the blues I wanna wear nice shoes And drink illegal booze In every late night spot for Le Jazz Hot I want a breakfast, lunch and dinner there If I'm a big box office winner there I'll be the most well-known Berliner there ever was I want to go to Hollywood So I can get far away from Fredrichstrasse My cold water flat, The sofa that I sleep on behind the screen, The noisy lodger in the next room, My broken hand mirror, My broken coffee pot If things get broken, they stay broken In Fredrichstrasse! The worn-out bristles on your hairbrush, The pennies needed for the heat ev'ry hour, And when you get sick, you stay sick In Fredrichstrasse, where you live with little soap And with hardly any hope! I wanna be that girl in the mirror there! I wanna be that girl with gorgeous hair Up on a silver screen most ev'rywhere in the world! I want to go to Holly- I want to go I want to go I want to go I want to go I want to go I have to go I have to go I have to go I have to go I have to go I swear that girl in the mirror That girl in the mirror Is going to go to Hollywood! Hollywood! Hollywood! Hollywood! [Thanks to Devyn for lyrics]
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