George Michael

Star people
Counting your money until your soul turns green
Star people
Counting the cost of your desire to be seen
I do not count myself among you
I may have been living in a dream
It’s just there seem so many of you
Can’t help but hope there’s a difference between
And if I live to be a hundred and one
I will never understand what you are, honey?
I’m looking for sympathy
Just get me on nbc
And where’s the hell’s my dumb ass pr?
I said maybe your mama gave you up boy
(it’s the same old same old)
I said maybe your daddy didn’t love you enough girl
(how much is enough)
Star people
Never forget your secret’s safe with me
Just look at all the wonderful people
Trying to forget just who and what they have been
Oh, it’s a dream
With a nightmare stuck in the middle
Are you serious? I’m just curious
Without all this attention
You’d die
I’d die
We’d die (wouldn’t we baby)
And if I live to be a hundred and one
I will never understand what you are (I’m talking to you)
You’re looking for sympathy from people who work to eat
And they don’t really seem to mind
I said maybe your mama gave you up boy
(it’s the same old same old)
I said maybe baby your daddy didn’t love you enough girl
How much is enough?
How much is enough?
How much is enough?
Are you serious? I’m just curious
Are you serious? I’m just curious
Yeah more glycerine
Let’s go back to the day
Dj (why do you wanna tell me that? )
Dj (get yourself some oprah cash)
Is that what makes a star?
Did you get off on a bad foot, baby
Do you have a little tale to tell
Did you get off on a bad foot, bad, bad foot?
Is that why you’re a star?
Do you really think you’ve got it so hard?
Do you think it might do you some good to look around you
And decide how you might feel
If the pain you felt was real
Tell me
Now nothing comes for nothing, baby
That fame and fortune’s heaven sent
And who gives a fuck about your problems, darling
’cos you can pay the rent
You can pay