Star People '97 - George Michael

Counting your money till your soul turns green

Star people (star people)

Counting the cost of your desire to be seen

I do not count myself among you

I may have been living in a dream

It’s just that there seem so many of you, can’t help but hope

There’s a difference between

And if I live to be a hundred and one

I will never understand what you are, honey?

I’m looking for sympathy

Just get me on NBC

And where’s the hell’s my dumb ass PR?

Yeah yeah

I said maybe your mama gave you up boy

(it's the same old same old)

I said maybe your daddy didn’t love you enough girl

(how much is enough)

(Star people)

Star people (star people)

Never forget your secret’s safe with me

Just look at all the wonderful people (star people)

Trying to forget just who and what they have been

Oh, how it’s a dream (it's a dream)

With a nightmare stuck in the middle (middle)

Are you serious?

I’m just curious

Without all this attention, mmm

You’d die

I’d die

We’d die

And if I live to be a hundred and one (wouldn't we baby)

I will never understand just how

Uuuuh (I'm talking to you)

You’re looking for sympathy from people who work to eat

And they don’t really seem to mind

Yeah, yeah

I said maybe your mama gave you up boy

(it's the same old same old)

I said maybe (baby) your daddy didn’t love you enough girl

(love you enough girl)

How much is enough?

(star people)

How much is enough?

How much is enough?

Are you serious?

I’m just curious

Are you serious?

I’m just curious

Are you serious?

Yeaah, I’m just curious

(more good stuff for me)

Are you serious?

I’m just curious

Are you serious?

I’m just curious

Are you serious?

I’m just curious

(yeaah, lets go back to the play)

Are you serious?

Hah DJ (is that why you’re a star?)

Why do you wanna tell me that?

(Is that what makes a star?)

Hah DJ (is that why you’re a star?)

Get yourself some Oprah cash

Uhhh, baby

Do you really think you’ve got it so hard?

huh?

(Is that what makes a star?)

Do you think it might do you some good to look around you

And decide how you might feel

If the pain you felt was real, ohh, baby

Tell me

Bad, bad boy

Is that why you’re here?

Now nothing comes for nothing, baby

That fame and fortune’s heaven sent, baby

And who gives a fuck about your problems, darling

'cos you can pay the rent

You can pay (Is that what makes a star?)

Pay

Pay

Pay

Pay (Is that what makes a star?)

Pay

Pay

Pay

(Bad boy, is that what makes a star?)

You can pay

(Is that what makes a star?)

Baby

It’s right, baby

I’ts right, baby

Baby, you’re a star

(Is that why you’re star baby?)

Baby, you’re a star