Maybe it's the bad luck I keep running into things The road's a little too rough Hanging on by a string I try to keep my head up Pretend we're all the same It's so hard to believe ya Will it ever change? 'Cause no one cares when you fall Get back up and hoping Someone's there to take you home She said If I grew up in Beverly Hills In a perfect white house on the top of the hill I'd be the one on the other side of the desk Talking about my last trip All the summers in Paris Never impressed 'cause I already have it I'd be the one you don't want to offend Enviously everybody's friend Ah-ah, ooh-oh Ah-ah, ooh-oh Ah-ah, ooh-oh I'd be in the fast car Driving to a fancy place On my way to break hearts Be someone I probably hate Talk a little too much How things might have been If I never grew up With everything 'Cause no one cares when you fall Get back up and hoping Someone's there to take you home She said If I grew up in Beverly Hills In a perfect white house on the top of the hill I'd be the one on the other side of the desk Talking about my last trip All the summers in Paris Never impressed 'cause I already have it I'd be the one you don't want to offend Enviously everybody's friend Ah-ah, ooh-oh Ah-ah, ooh-oh Ah-ah, ooh-oh Ah-ah, ooh-oh Ah-ah, ooh-oh Ah-ah, ooh-oh