Star people

Counting your money until your soul turns green

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 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?



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

Never forget your secret's safe with me

Just look at all the wonderful people

Trying to forget just who and what they have been



Oh, it's a dream

With a nightmare stuck in the middle

Are you serious? I'm just curious

Without all this attention

You'd die

I'd die

We'd die (wouldn't we baby)



And if I live to be a hundred and one

I will never understand what you are (I'm talking to you)

You're looking for sympathy from people who work to eat

And they don't really seem to mind



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



How much is enough?

How much is enough?

How much is enough?

Are you serious? I'm just curious

Are you serious? I'm just curious



Yeah more glycerine

Let's go back to the day

DJ (why do you wanna tell me that?)

DJ (get yourself some Oprah cash)

Is that what makes a star?



Did you get off on a bad foot, baby

Do you have a littl