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Star People '97 (Radio Version|Explicit) - George Michael
Lyrics by：George Michael/Rudy Taylor/Lonnie Simmons/Charley Wilson
Composed by：George Michael/Rudy Taylor/Lonnie Simmons/Charley Wilson
Bad bad bad
Star people
Bad bad
Star people
Bad bad bad
Star people
Bad bad
Bad bad bad
Star people
Bad bad
Bad bad bad
Star people
Bad bad
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 a*s 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 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 mmm
You'd die
I'd die
And if I live to be a hundred and one
Wouldn't we baby
Understand just how
Oooh 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
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
I'm just curious
Are you serious I'm just curious
More glycerine
Are you serious I'm just curious
Are you serious I'm just curious
Are you serious I'm just curious
Hah DJ bad boy is that why you're a star
Why do you wanna tell me that
Is that what makes a star
DJ bad bad boy 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
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
Baby
That fame and fortune's heaven sent baby baby
And who gives a **** about your problems darling
'Cause you can pay the rent
You're a star
You can pay
Pay
Pay
Pay
Pay
Pay
Pay
Bad bad boy is that what makes a star
Is that what makes a star
Baby
Cry baby
Cry baby
Baby you're a star
Is that why you're star baby
Baby you're a star
Baby I'll maybe