Fame

Once upon a time I was famous for five minutes
It was great and everybody loved me
I had my picture in the paper
And my voice on the radio
And I thought to myself
“If this is what fame smells like then give me some more”

Stalkers, Talkers, Gossip, Rumours
I found out the hard way
And I’m sorry to say
That fame isn’t what it’s cracked up to be

Wake up at 8, stay up real late
No dates, no real mates
I found out the hard way
And I’m sorry to say
Fame is just a perfume

14/04/05