Tamara Marks: Music

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The camerals closed in on that actress talkin' with tears in her eyes
About the pressures of money, the paparazzi, how she hated her crazy life.
She was talken about the high price of fame
I sat there and listened, thinkin' what a shame.

Chorus:
I wanna be unhappy, livin' in the hollywood hills
Downright miserable, poor, poor, pitiful, just to seee how it feels
A garage full of cars, my very own star, all the stuff that makes you sad
Yeah, I wanna be unhappy like that

How awful it'd be if they recognized me off the cover of vanity fair
A maid to Clean up and someone to make up my bed and my face and my hair
They say that it gets lonely at the top
But I'd grit my teeth and give it my best shot

Chorus

Gettin' carpel tunnel signin' them autographs, cryin shellin out a seven figure tax
it would break my heart to have to live like that.

Churus:
I wanna be unhappy, livin' in those hollywood hills
downright miserable, poor, poor, pitiful, just to see how it feels
Waterfalls by the pool, a towelboy or two, yeah, that would be too bad
Oh, I wanna be unhappy
Cryin' all the way to the bank unhappy
I wanna be unhappy like that