Letters from the Lunar Outpost

All kinds of beauty do not inspire love; there is a kind which only pleases the sight, but does not captivate the affections.
- Cervantes, Spanish Novelist, Dramatist, and Poet (1547-1616)

Whatever happened to the girl that I once knew?
What the hell has happened to you?
You’re livin’ on the streets, you got no shoes on your feet
You got nowhere to sleep and nothing to eat

It’s okay, pretty baby
It’s okay, it’s okay
The buildings are dirty and the bums smell like shit and the
chicks look like whores but I’m lovin’ it
‘Cause I’m in Hollywood –
Hollywood in the summertime

I see you with your camera – strapped around your neck
You could have anything you want
You came to the land of the stars, you walk on
Hollywood Boulevard
You look at all the names and all the lights but you just wanna drink
in topless bars

It’s okay, pretty baby . . .

( . . . interlude)

It’s okay, pretty baby . . .

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