Your Lips Are a Hot Flame, Baby And Our Chemistry Is Kerosene

He ran inside my room, with his acoustic in hand, while I was unaware of his presence in my house.

“Alex, what are you doing here?” I asked him, chuckling, while I cleared the floor of clothes.

“I have something to show you,” he sat at the edge of my bed. He looked like a little kid who’d just learned how to write. “Come on, have a seat,” he shooed me to the rolling chair that was next to my bed, where my desk is.

“Fine,” I raised my hands in defeat and sat down across from him, a smile in my face.

“Okay, so I was thinking what we were talking about that day at the beach, and I thought ‘what can make a bond between Noel and I for the rest of our lives, even when we’re not together?’ and then I couldn’t think of anything, but I think this is pretty neat.” He set his guitar on his lap, and sighed, “I call it Hollywood, I hope you figure out what it’s about,” he smirked and I never stopped smiling.

And then he began.
“You are
The taste of somethin' sweet
You get me tangled in these streets
We felt
Your call, it rings straight down our back
So chain me up
I'm going deep
Too much of you is never enough

When are we gonna give it up
We won’t ever dream enough
Come on, Hollywood you turn us on
More than just a pretty face
We want that extra taste
Come on Hollywood you turn us on

Just one trick
To fall into the mix
And we’ll be strung out on you
Drove all night
Like a deer in your headlights
You’ll take of me
You’ll take me through
Too much of you is never enough

When are we gonna give it up
We won’t ever dream enough
Come on, Hollywood you turn us on
More than just a pretty face
We want that extra taste
Come on Hollywood you turn us on

We’ll get all we wanted
You got it
We know it
We’re dreaming of everything
That you’ll give us
You’ll make us
You’ll break us
You’ll take us
I’m sure that we’ll never give up

When are we gonna give it up
We won’t ever dream enough
Come on, Hollywood you turn us on
More than just a pretty face
We want that extra taste
Come on Hollywood you turn us on

When are we gonna give it up
We won’t ever dream enough
Come on, Hollywood you turn us on
More than just a pretty face
We want that extra taste
Come on Hollywood you turn us on”

I smiled at him, “that was great.”

“Thanks,” he smiled, “it’s not done yet, but I couldn’t wait to show you.”

“I’m glad I got to be the first to hear it then!” I giggled.

“Yeah,” he put the guitar to the side, and patted the seat next to him, I followed to sit next to him, “I’m going to record it for you, so you can have a copy of it always. And when you’re in Hollywood, and you’re a famous designer, and you hear it on the radio, you can think of me.”

I smiled at him and giggled, “Alex, you’re amazing.”

He smiled back, “Noel, I’ve never met someone so strange. But before you feel offended, I like it. I think you’re the most unique person I’ve ever met.”

I shrugged, “what can I say, I’m as real as real gets,” I joked.

He chuckled, “you really are great though,” he leaned in and kissed me.

And it was the taste of something sweet.