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Fame a la mode
Flashbulbs explode All the electronic circuits overload When you are the show, Then you know the show, Must go on. Hitting the road Salaries over I'm responsible for shouldering the load When you are the show, Then you know the show, Must go on. Drag cicsel queen Wearing crush velveteen Can't someone slow down the machine ? Too much caffeine And too much nicotine Someone slow down the machine I'm longing for space Longing for time Why can't folks just say what they mean ? Why can't this ever-lovin' life I'm leading Ever feel clean ? Slow down the machine I really need so bad to unwind I really need to rest my mind Velvet stocade Spiked lemonade Fifty magazine reporters to persuade When you are the show, Then you know the show, Must go on. Making the grade Not getting paid I'm rehearsing for a ticker-tape parade When you are the show, Then you know the show, Must go on. Gotta get a scene, chippy, chip, chip scene Chippy, chip, chip, chip star-crippers's dream Please slow down the machine, trippy ! Cream limousins, Black and blue scream Please Longing for space Longing for time Why can't folks just say what they mean ? Why can't this ever-lovin' life I'm leading ever feel clean ? Slow down the machine I really need so bad to unwind I really need to rest my mind (Merci a Lucille pour cettes paroles) |
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