GEORGE MICHAEL - Star People '97 lyrics

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Star people<br>Counting your money until your soul turns green<br>Star people<br>Counting the cost of your desire to be seen<br><br>I do not count myself among you<br>I may have been living in a dream<br>It's just there seem so many of you<br>Can't help but hope there's a difference between<br><br>And if I live to be a hundred and one<br>I will never understand what you are, honey? <br><br>I'm looking for sympathy<br>Just get me on nbc<br>And where's the hell's my dumb ass pr? <br><br>I said maybe your mama gave you up boy<br>(it's the same old same old)<br>I said maybe your daddy didn't love you enough girl<br>(how much is enough)<br><br>Star people<br>Never forget your secret's safe with me<br>Just look at all the wonderful people<br>Trying to forget just who and what they have been<br><br>Oh, it's a dream<br>With a nightmare stuck in the middle<br>Are you serious? I'm just curious<br>Without all this attention<br>You'd die<br>I'd die<br>We'd die (wouldn't we baby)<br><br>And if I live to be a hundred and one<br>I will never understand what you are (I'm talking to you)<br>You're looking for sympathy from people who work to eat<br>And they don't really seem to mind<br><br>I said maybe your mama gave you up boy<br>(it's the same old same old)<br>I said maybe baby your daddy didn't love you enough girl<br><br>How much is enough? <br>How much is enough? <br>How much is enough? <br>Are you serious? I'm just curious<br>Are you serious? I'm just curious<br><br>Yeah more glycerine<br>Let's go back to the day<br>Dj (why do you wanna tell me that? )<br>Dj (get yourself some oprah cash)<br>Is that what makes a star? <br><br>Did you get off on a bad foot, baby<br>Do you have a little tale to tell<br>Did you get off on a bad foot, bad, bad foot? <br>Is that why you're a star? <br><br>Do you really think you've got it so hard? <br>Do you think it might do you some good to look around you<br>And decide how you might feel<br>If the pain you felt was real<br>Tell me<br><br>Now nothing comes for nothing, baby<br>That fame and fortune's heaven sent<br>And who gives a fuck about your problems, darling<br>'cos you can pay the rent<br>You can pay