Fame(the Game) Lyrics - Crayons - Donna Summer

You're fabulous 

Fantastic 

Now we have all the right property 

Fame makes a fool out of anyone 

Fame takes you back to the golden childhood 

Fame makes you think that you're having fun 

Fame the game 

Turn your mobile on 

Get off into the limousine 

To the early morning show 

Everyday routine 

Make up fake up get a manicure 

Five minute autographs, grab a picture, yes or no 

All the same answers to the same questions 

Create a scandal with your reaction 

What's that you say 

Take it or leave it 

Paparazzi wanna see you bleeding 

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Fame makes a fool out of anyone 

Fame takes you back to the golden childhood 

Fame makes you think that you're having fun 

Fame the game 

Late suit days, hair extensions 

Botox faux false interventions 

Nude job, boob job, all nouveau 

It ain't what, but who you know 

Uncalled perjury, cosmetic surgery 

Dirty secrets frame your glory 

It'll get the cover story 

Fame makes a fool out of anyone 

Fame takes you back to the golden childhood 

Fame makes you think that you're having fun 

Fame the game 

Everybody wanna be a star 

It's all about who they think you are 

Pulling up in a crazy car 

The front door is your garage 

Everywhere en entourage 

Play like you've been living large 

Someone got your credit cards 

Lend me your blah blah blah 

Be careful 

Be careful what you wish for 

Since I was a child of three 

I'd watch old movies on the silver screen 

Kate Bette and Marilyn were the reigning queens 

(do you wanna be a star?) 

I know if I can make it out 

Out of this sleepy town then I could go real far 

I could I'd really work so hard 

And I could do it and do it and do it 'til I become a star 

Fame makes a fool out of anyone 

Fame takes you back to the golden childhood 

Fame makes you think that you're having fun 

Fame the game 

Miami, London, Paris in a week 

Lying in private, catching up sleep 

Celebrity parties, politic profits 

Rock'n' roll bullyboys walk the red carpet 

Getting in VIP through the velvet rope 

Shake hands, photograph and you gotta go 

Little black book pools with the CEO 

Smile and tell'em what they wanna know 

And tell'em what they wanna know 

Be careful 

Be careful what you wish for 

Fame makes a fool out of anyone 

Fame takes you back to the golden childhood 

Fame makes you think that you're having fun 

Fame the game 

Everybody wanna be a star 

It's all about who they think you are 

Pulling up in a crazy car 

The front door is your garage 

Everywhere an entourage 

Play like you've been living large 

Someone got your credit cards 

Lend me your blah blah blah 

You're fabulous! Fantastic!