Stars

Don't go chasing stars You won't see what a star you are Don't climb those walls I've seen some people fall Don't get so high It only makes you lie They call it obsession But here's my correction Babe, you're only regressin' They call it 'depression' Like an Elvis convention It's just a little miswearin' Let's go succeed Finally, we'll be on your beach Still, I bet they'll try To separate us every night They call it obsession But here's my correction Babe, you're only regressin' They call it 'depression' Like an Elvis convention It's just a little miswearin' I won't, be forever You won't, stick around Birds of a feather Will hit the ground One day They call it obsession But here's my correction Babe, you're only regressin' They call it 'depression' Like an Elvis convention It's just a little miswearin' You make me sick I don't know why All the other boys try They run around town Doin' all that brown I'm comin' down Same place, but a different town I promise, I promise, I promise I promise you I'll wait Bada ba ba, badada ba ba Bada ba ba, badada ba ba Bada ba ba, badada ba ba Bada ba ba, badada ba ba Bada ba ba, badada ba ba Bada ba ba, badada ba ba Bada ba ba, badada ba ba Ba-a, o-oh