Hollywood Freaks Lyrics by Beck

Hollywood Freaks Lyrics

    Hot milk
    Mmmm...tweak my nipple
    Champagne and ripple
    Shamans go cripple
    My sales go triple
    We drop lobotomy beats
    Evaporated meats
    On hi-tech street
    We go solo
    Dance floors and talk shows
    Hot dogs, no doz
    Hot sex in back rows

    I wanna know what makes you scream
    Be your twenty million dollar fantasy
    Treat you real good
    Expensive jeans
    Hollywood freaks on the hollywood scene

    Touch it real good if you want a piece
    Party people know i'm that type of freak

    People look so snooty
    Take pills make them moody
    Automatic bzooty
    Zero to tutti fruitti
    Sex in the halls
    Niagra falls
    Local shopping malls receive
    Anonymous calls
    Hot like a cheetah
    Neon mamacita
    Eat at tacoria
    Pop lockin' beats from korea
    Looking like jail bait
    Selling lots of real estate
    Looking like a hot date
    Banging like an 808

    Do you want to feel this?
    Do you want to feel this?

    Norman schwartzkoff
    Something tells me you want to go home
    Champagne, bibles
    Custom clothes you own
    Calling up from special area codes
    Hollywood nuns with the hollywood phones
    I got nothing to do, nowhere to go
    I'll tell you what you want
    If you want to know
    Satin sheets
    Tropical oils
    Turn up the heat
    Till the swimming pool boils
    Let all the neighbors
    Read it in the papers
    Making all those gentlemen cry
    Realistic tears

    Jockin my mercedes
    Probably have my baby
    Shop at old navy
    He wish he was a lady

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