I had just finished shooting a coffee commercial   National spot, in residual heaven   My boyfriend's on TV, a soap opera villain   We both live in splendor in Beverly Hills   The Hills, the Hills, the Hills      Life could not have been sweeter   I love California   We'd celebrate Sweeps Month   Cocaine and vodka   Drive through the mountains   Laughing and speeding   The stars are so dazzling   The road spins and weaves      Our convertible Jaguar leaps off the mountain   Thank God I'm too stoned to be wearing my seatbelt   I crash and I tumble through cactus and sage   Breaking my arm and my nose and my jaw and my neck   *Laughs* Ouch, right?      So I wake up in surgery 10 hours later   My agent sends flowers   My boyfriend is missing   My face is disfigured   It's perfectly ruined   The 'Star' takes my picture   I'm news for a week      Then the agency cancels my coffee commercial   It's farewell, goodbye to residual heaven   Thank God for the morphine   Thank God for my dealer   And for the vodka that mellows the coke   The coke, the coke, the coke, the coke, the coke, the coke      Yeah   I could use a little help   I could use a little hope   I could use a little something that has worth   And illuminates the point of my being on this earth   Look, I look around the earth and I see   I don't need an agent   I don't need a job   I don't need the coke or booze   I can kick 'em if I choose   But I could use a little miracle   Yeah   I could use a little miracle      I had just finished shooting a coffee commercial   And ain't it ironic? I don't drink coffee!   Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee