Beverly Hills - Daniel Safron

If you don't like something I can show you where the door is There is no place for "that guy" All these people are just not our level While everyone is screamin' with fear I scream with delight While others are playing toys I play banker Ben All those gossip guys are just an anchor That try to keep me in the shadows But the way to the throne is closed only to them They will scream in horror, yes When they see us at the top, yes They're not my sort They're not ur sort They will scream in horror, yes When they see us at the top, yes They're not my sort They're not ur sort I'm going step by step towards my goal And they're sitting on their butt playing the console They blame everyone for their problems, It's funny, so They're trying to assert themselves at my expense But it's a complete failure They are just a small role in a musical called "my life" Yeah (Only facts) All those gossip guys are just an anchor That try to keep me in the shadows But the way to the throne is closed only to them They will scream in horror, yes When they see us at the top, yeah They're not my sort, yes They're not ur sort They will scream in horror, yes When they see us at the top, yes They're not my sort They're not ur sort They will scream in horror, yes When they see us at the top, yes They're not my sort They're not ur sort

I look in the mirror again, I find as many flaws as I can And can't, I see what doesn't exist. It's all because of you It's all because of you You broke me, Made me feel nothing. It was fun for you, but only... well, nothing And now every time I approach the mirror I hate myself I hate you I thought you'd be back, But you laughed at me behind my back What kind of love is this? What kind of friendship is this? When because of them, you wither in front of your eyes And you feel terrible (And you feel terrible) I look in the mirror again, I find as many flaws as I can And can't, I see what doesn't exist. It's all because of you It's all because of you, baby I feel terrible, But I can handle it I'll go to the top, And you'll go to the Bottom, believe me I won't cut your oxygen, Just as you once did What kind of love is this? What kind of friendship is this? When because of them, you wither in front of your eyes And you feel terrible (And you feel terrible) I look in the mirror again, I find as many flaws as I can And can't, I see what doesn't exist. It's all because of you It's all because of you When because of them, you wither in front of your eyes And you feel terrible (And you feel terrible)