G D Am C

G
Julie was a girl of modest means
D
Used to be a high school beauty queen
Am                        Em
Wound up on the wrong end of a dream
        D        C
And said never again
G
Started living life for the bottom line
D
Married her a man well past his prime
Am                        Em
Forty million dollars and not much time now
C                     D
She's payin' for the perfect crime on

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Blue, blue money
            G
Though it spends the same
       D                      Am  C
It'll buy you everything but love
      G  G7        C    Em
Oh, blue   , blue money
          Am              G/B
When the devil gets your soul
C                     D                 G   D  Am  C
All that's left is a heartache made of gold

He bought her a house in the Hollywood Hills
There were parties and the room was filled with
Stars falling from the usual thrills, yeah
It was fun for a while
But there's a prison in paradise
They never tell you when they throw the rice that
Pretty mirrors don't look so nice
When you're standing on the desperate side of

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It's a Saturday night again
The same faces come tricklin' in
She's got a lover but he ain't no friend
He's just someone to hold
She feels alone and she steps outside
Stares out at the valley lights
Pours a drink and she starts to cry
She's got it all and she can't get by on

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