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I'm A Star |
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Everybody's saying, Girlfriend, just who do you |
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think you are?, |
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With your young good looking chauffuer, and |
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your patent leather car, |
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Well I may come from the gutter, |
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But I'm |
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aiming for the stars, |
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And just like Johnny Rotten, I drive 'em crazy at the bar,.. |
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Maybe I should bribe a DJ, maybe I could |
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get played that way, |
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Maybe I should get a gun, you'd have a serial |
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killer at number one,. |
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*I'm a star (Now that I'm a star), |
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Now is my time to rise and shine, |
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I'm a star (Now the crowd is mine) |
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Finish your song because the crowd is mine. |
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Well, the In-crowd say in night clubs, I have |
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done some carrying on, |
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I'm sorry to offend you, but that's how I |
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research my songs, |
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And if my reputation suffers, well I do it for my art, |
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And somewhere inside my microphone, I've got |
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A diamond studded heart, |
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Maybe I should bribe a DJ, maybe I could |
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get played that way, |
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Cry for public sympathy, well you can keep |
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that stuff, 'cos it isn't me. |
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I'm a star (Now that I'm a star), |
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Now is my time to rise and shine, |
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I'm a star (Now the crowd is mine), |
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Finish your song because the crowd is mine. |
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I'm a star (I will rise and shine), |
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Now is my time, to rise and shine, |
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I'm a star (Now the crowd is mine). |
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Because the crowd is mine, because the |
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crowd is mine, |
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Because the crowd is mine, because the |
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crowd is mine, |
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Finish your song because the crowd is mine, |
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because the crowd is mine, |
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The crowd is mine. |
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Maybe I should bribe a DJ, maybe I could |
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get played that way, |
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Maybe I should get a gun, you'll have a serial |
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killer at number one,. |
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*Repeat |
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Just 'cos I've not got everything, doesn't mean |
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I don't want more, |
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You've got 'TAKE THAT! and GEORGE |
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MICHAEL,they're such crashing bores!, |
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Frome Liverpool to Paris, and from Birmingham |
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to Rome, |
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Anywhere there's a spotlight baby!, It's my |
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birthright and my home,. |
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You want looks?, I got 'em, Meisels' already |
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shot 'em |
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Jewels?, Don't need 'em, There's hungry |
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people feed them, |
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You want names?, I'll name them, scandalise |
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and frame them, |
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Cos I am a STAR!. |
