Yesterdays post was a nightmare
I'm still afraid of the man that I was
Cuz I'm drinking with DrJekyll
Never hold on to the state of a buzz
I'm sloppy it ain't pretty,
Do a golf clap take a man bow
Till the next time that we meet at the top of the Hollywood Sign
Don't leave me next to the pool bar
Where I'm all alone with the conscience of fate
I'll choose my favorite beverage and vomit it up on the chest of my date
The names Baby, and in the spot light I'm a real lady
But when the cameras off, I die slowly
I've got Entourage but they don't know me
Cuz I'm the ghost of the Hollywood Sign