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Star people, counting your money
Till your soul turns green
Star people, counting the cost
Of your desire to be seen

I do not count myself among you
I may be living in a dream
It's just there seem so many of you
Can't help but hope, there's a difference
Between you and me

You're a star
(I'm talking to you)
You're a star
Maybe your mama gave you up boy
(It's the same old, same old)
Maybe your daddy didn't love you enough girl

Star people
Never forget your secret's safe with me
Just look at all the wonderful people
Trying to forget they had to pay for what you see

It's a dream with a nightmare
Stuck in the middle but where
Would you be without all of that attention?

You'd die, I'd die, we'd die wouldn't we
(Well, wouldn't we?)
Big, big, star, should go far

Talk about your mother
Talk about your father
Talk about the people
Who have made you what you are

Talk about your teacher
The bully boy who beat you
Talk about the people who have paid
For that new sports car

Did you get off on a bad foot, baby
Do you have a little tale to tell
Is that why you're a star?
Is that what makes a star?

Nothing comes for nothing, baby
That fame and fortune's heaven sent
And who gives a fuck about your
Problems, darling, when you can pay
The rent, how much is enough?
Star people, counting your money   Till your soul turns green   Star people, counting the cost   Of your desire to be seen      I do not count myself among you   I may be living in a dream   It's just there seem so many of you   Can't help but hope, there's a difference   Between you and me      You're a star   (I'm talking to you)   You're a star   Maybe your mama gave you up boy   (It's the same old, same old)   Maybe your daddy didn't love you enough girl      Star people   Never forget your secret's safe with me   Just look at all the wonderful people   Trying to forget they had to pay for what you see      It's a dream with a nightmare   Stuck in the middle but where   Would you be without all of that attention?      You'd die, I'd die, we'd die wouldn't we   (Well, wouldn't we?)   Big, big, star, should go far      Talk about your mother   Talk about your father   Talk about the people   Who have made you what you are      Talk about your teacher   The bully boy who beat you   Talk about the people who have paid   For that new sports car      Did you get off on a bad foot, baby   Do you have a little tale to tell   Is that why you're a star?   Is that what makes a star?      Nothing comes for nothing, baby   That fame and fortune's heaven sent   And who gives a fuck about your   Problems, darling, when you can pay   The rent, how much is enough?