Star People '97

Counting your money till 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 NBC
And where’s the hell’s my dumb ass PR?
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 (star people)
Never forget your secret’s safe with me
Just look at all the wonderful people (star people)
Trying to forget just who and what they have been
Oh, how 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, mmm
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
Uuuuh (I'm talking to you)
You’re looking for sympathy from people who work to eat
And they don’t really seem to mind
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 girl
(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? Yeaah, I’m just curious
(more good stuff for me)
Are you serious? I’m just curious
Are you serious? I’m just curious
Are you serious? I’m just curious
(yeaah, lets go back to the play)
Are you serious?
Hah DJ (is that why you’re a star?)
Why do you wanna tell me that?
(Is that what makes a star?)
Hah DJ (is that why you’re a star?)
Get yourself some Oprah cash
Uhhh, 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 look around you
And decide how you might feel
If the pain you felt was real, ohh, baby
Tell me
Bad, bad boy
Is that why you’re here?
Now nothing comes for nothing, baby
That fame and fortune’s heaven sent, baby
And who gives a fuck about your problems, darling
'cos you can pay the rent
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
It’s right, baby
I’ts right, baby
Baby, you’re a star
(Is that why you’re star baby?)
Baby, you’re a star