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She's a beautiful girl in this beautiful town, watching the stars from the window of our limousine
She doesn't know that she's beautiful, but anyone else could see what I mean... She's wearing two-inch heels, her lucky heart necklace, brunette hair held in a butterfly clip But deep down, she knows this is no town for her- she's just here on scholarship... Yeah, the city is pretty, but she can't see it's gilded That poor girl of the same name, she'd give anything to fit in here In this glamorous place full of style and celebrity Oh Beverly Hills, you look like a movie star to me... Under the moonlight, her Prep School Prom Night, and everybody looks their best She smiles at me, says "You clean up nice...", it's nice to know that she's impressed But when I tell her she's radiant, she walks away from me shaking her head She's dodgin' my compliment, can't believe I meant what I said... Yeah, the city is pretty, but she can't see it's gilded That poor girl of the same name, she'd give anything to fit in here In this glamorous place only meant for the VIPs Oh Beverly Hills, you look like a movie star to me... Later that night, she slips away by herself as our group is leavin' the dance floor Spinning around, lost in the crowd, she's seen a world of what she can't afford She digs through her purse and pulls out her compact And she pities the girl who she sees staring back She knows that some people have, and some of us lack And the latter's what she'll always be Outside, looking in to the gated communities Yeah, the city is pretty, but she can't see it's gilded That poor girl of the same name, she'd give anything to fit in here Instead of feeling so low in this high-class society Oh Beverly Hills, you look like a movie star to me... Well, tomorrow she'll hang up her prom dress, Yeah, tomorrow she'll be back wearing jeans and some old t-shirt But she'll always have her photos and memories Of when she was a part of that world And tomorrow all her friends will come over, Nothing fancy- just wasting the day No one would say that we're living the high life, But she's realizin' that she likes it this way... Yeah, the city is pretty, but it's too expensive for my taste The last slow song is playing, and my right hand's at the right girl's waist She's shining right through the cast shadow of her modesty Oh Beverly dear, next time you look in the mirror, I hope you see what I see Because Beverly Hills, you look like a movie star to me... She's a beautiful girl, leavin' this beautiful town, enjoying one night with our friends in a limousine She doesn't know that she's beautiful, maybe this song will help her see what I mean...
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