SPACE CADETS, Zoe Judith - Hollywood RED Lyrics

Hey mister whatcha lookin for?
Is it the fame or the cash galore?
I know a place that you just might need
Just gotta sell that soul to me
Impersonator
A fuckin' faker
Imitator
A fuckin' hater
Bring the limo out back to hide
Vultures stalking as I walk by
Not quite sure what they wanna see
Am I a saint or a lowly thief?
Impersonator
A fuckin' faker
Imitator
A fuckin' hater