|Am |Am |Em |D |
|Am |Am |Em |D |
Am Em
And do you feel like talking?
D
I'm an open book
Am Em
And if you feel like walking
D
I guess we drunk enough
Am
To die, to sink a ship
Em D
Our lips too dry to kiss
Am Em D
I'm clinging onto silhouettes of you, of you
Am
But it's me, myself and Hollywood
Em D
Just me, myself and Hollywood
Am
Me, myself and Hollywood
Em D
Just me, me
Am
And it's me, myself and Hollywood
Em D
Just me, myself and Hollywood
Am Em D
Me, it's just me
|Am |Am |Em |D |
|Am |Am |Em |D |
|Am |Am Em
And do you feel like talking?
D
From a cross the room
Am Em
In the English language
D
You know I can't find you
Am
Tonight the truth will slip
Em D
This drink's too strong to sip
Am Em D
I'm holding onto memories of you, of you
Am
But it's me, myself and Hollywood
Em D
Just me, myself and Hollywood
Am
Me, myself and Hollywood
Em D
Just me, me
Am
And it's me, myself and Hollywood
Em D
Just me, myself and Hollywood
Am Em D
Me, it's just me
|Am |Am |Am |Am |
Have I
Em
been sad like I thought I would?
Am B7
And have I been bad? Or have I been good?
Cmaj7 Am Em Gmaj7 Cmaj7 Am Em D
In Holly wo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ood, in Holly wo-o-o-ood
Cmaj7 Am
But it's me, myself and Hollywood
Em D
Just me, myself and Hollywood
Cmaj7 Am
Me, myself and Hollywood
Em7 D
Just me, myself and Hollywood
Am
Me, myself and Hollywood
