You say you're a model, it's evident you've never met
A mirror you didn't love (Ooh-la-la)
You say you're an angel with your halo, and your crown
As you fly up to the sun, and melt your wings
It's not a wants, it's an obsession
You wanna hear the people screaming out your name
Whispers at night in your midnight confessions
You'll do anything for fame, célebutante
Célebutante
You say you're an actor, well, then come set-up the stage
Put the cast right where you want, show us what you got
You say you're in movies, always dropping names of So-called-semi-almost-famous friends, it never ends
It's not a wants, it's an obsession
You wanna hear the people screaming out your name
Whispers at night in your midnight confessions
You'll do anything for fame, célebutante
(Fame) To teach the unteachable
(Fame) To reach the unreachable
(Fame) To beat the unbeatable
(Fame) To keep the unkeepable
(Fame) The tighter you hold on to
(Fame) The more everything slips away!
All the right hungers, all the right thirsts
All the right aches, the pains, and the hurts
All the right gossip, all the right trends
All the right knives in the backs of your friends
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