Flashing lights and cheap perfume
Naked in a hotel room
Baby, put me on a magazine
Twelve years older than my dad
Smile so he won't get mad
Mascara running in a limousine

You'd do it if you could
Better do it good
Wanna be a star, girl
That's just Hollywood

No, baby, I don't mind
God, I feel so glamorous
Oh God, I feel so glamorous
Oh, even when I cry
God, I feel so glamorous
Oh God, I feel so glamorous
Oh God, I feel so–

Every man I ever loved wouldn't choose me over drugs
They all want a death by rock 'n' roll
Hiding cuts under my dress
Isn't that so glamorous?
Bleeding, but I still put on a show

You'd do it if you could
Better do it good
Wanna be a star, girl
That's just Hollywood

No, baby, I don't mind
God, I feel so glamorous
Oh God, I feel so glamorous
Oh, even when I cry
God, I feel so glamorous
Oh God, I feel so glamorous
Oh God, I feel so–

Oh God

Oh, even when I cry
God, I feel so glamorous
Oh God, I feel so glamorous
Oh God, I feel so–