I live in Hollywood
Right beneath the stars
I walk around, they drive
Incredibly long black cars

I think that they could learn
A thing or two from me
While money is buying your house
It's selling your sanity

They take love for granted
Say it grows on trees
The only thing I've ever seen
On a tree was leaves

I got a girl
She keeps my feet on the ground
I concentrate on her
I don't need to shop around

CHORUS
So sweet, tastes like honey
Right down to her feet
Who could ask for more
My girl is sweeter than a candy store