Lyrics

(Bad, bad, bad, bad) (Star people) (Bad, bad) (Star people) (Bad, bad, bad, bad) (Star people) (Bad, bad) (Bad, bad, bad, bad) (Star people) (Bad, bad) (Star people) (Bad, bad, bad, bad) (Star people) (Bad, bad) Star people (star people) Counting your money 'til your soul turns green Star people (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 that 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 ABC And where's the hell's my dumb ass PR? Yeah, yeah, yeah 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 (star people) Never forget your secret's safe with me Just look at all the wonderful people (star people, hey) Trying to forget just who and what they have been Oh, it's a dream (it's a dream) With a nightmare stuck in the middle (middle) Are you serious? I'm just curious Without all this attention, you'd die I'd die, we'd die (And if I live to be a hundred and one) Wouldn't we, baby? (I will never understand just how) Ooh, I'm talking to ya You're looking for sympathy from people who work to eat And they don't really seem to mind Yeah, yeah, yeah 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 (Love you enough, girl) How much is enough? (Star people) How much is enough? How much is enough? (Are you serious? I'm just curious) (Are you serious?) I'm just curious (Are you serious? I'm just curious) Yeah, more glycerine (are you serious?) (I'm just curious) Yeah, let's go back to the day (are you serious?) Ha, DJ (bad boy, is that why you're a star?) Why do you wanna tell me that? (Is that what makes a star?) Ha, DJ (bad boy, is that why you're a star?) Get yourself some Oprah cash Ooh, baby Do you really think you've got it so hard? Huh? (Is that what makes a star?) Do you think it might do you some good To have a look around you and decide how you might feel? If the pain you felt was real, ow! (Baby) tell me Bad, bad boy Is that why you're a- Now nothing comes from nothing, baby That fame and fortune's heaven sent (baby, baby) And who gives a fuck about your problems, darling 'Cause you can pay the rent (You're a star) You can pay (is that what makes a star?) Pay, pay, pay, pay (is that what makes a star?) Pay, pay, pay (bad boy, is that what makes a star?) You can pay (is that what makes a star?) (Baby) Crybaby (baby) Crybaby (is that what makes a star?) (Baby, you're a star) (Is that why you're star baby?) (Baby, you're a star)
Writer(s): George Michael Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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