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Why is it all these fakers |
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Seem to make the morning papers? |
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They're selling records by the million |
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Seems so easy in my opinion |
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Look at the |
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Jazz StarHe really needs some guts |
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Playing from seven to midnight |
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Surviving on peanuts |
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Selling records by the dozen |
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Probably sold his tenor to make 'em |
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With artwork designed by his brother |
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And liner notes by his mother |
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Told what to do, miming to a tape |
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While a team of experts make sure you're looking great |
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Taking a limo to your own private bar |
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My God, I want to be a popstar |
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Going to get on the |
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TVAnd go on dates with only the pretty |
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Maybe next year |
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I'll pretend to be gay |
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I'll sell some more records in a flash that way |
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Makes no difference if |
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I look like a nut |
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Every kid in the world is going to copy my haircut |
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I'll advertise some trainers, maybe even a car |
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Shrewd product placement will guarantee |
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I'm a star |
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An ugly guy will write my songs |
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Surely there is nothing wrong |
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Retiring when |
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I'm 22With a house a car and nothing to do |
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Instantaneous satisfaction it will be |
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Got no need for artistic credibility |
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With this attitude, |
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I'm pretty sure to go far |
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My God, I want to be a popstar |
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Maybe it's too easy, to move so quickly so far |
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I want to be a popstar |
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Where's the middle ground? |
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It's hard to make a living with you own true sound |
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What road am |
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I going to tread? |
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What the hell would |
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I do instead? |
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There may be no tours in |
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RomaOr a drug-induced designer coma |
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No teenage girls when show is over |
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I prefer my women older |
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Maybe I don't know what |
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I'm talking about |
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Sometimes it would be nice to play a place and sell out |
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Driving to a gig in my brand new sports car |
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My God, I want to be a popstar, |
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I want to be a popstar |
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Maybe it's too easy, to move so quickly so far |
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Who wants to be a popstar? |
