(Jascha Richter)



He takes you out and he takes you up

'cause he can show you so much

I go to bed and tomorrow again

there's a lot of work to be done



He gives you gold and he'll promise you

the whole world will be yours

I just can tell you I love you so

even though my odds are low



Chorus:

I'm not an actor I'm not a star

and I don't even have my own car

But I'm hoping so much you'll stay

that you will love me anyway



The dirty games and the neonshows

this is the world he knows

Watching the stars satisfies my soul

thinking of him makes me feel so cold



The fancy cars and the restaurants

you're just so fond of the man

Sometimes I wonder if you are blind

can't you see, he's got dirt on his mind



Chorus:

I'm not an actor I'm not a star

and I don't even have my own car...