Prisoner Of Stardom Lyrics - Steve Forbert

She's a Prisoner of Stardom 

She's unhappy with success 

'Cause it isn't what she pictured it to be 

Though she's made a lot of money 

And a lot of famous friends 

There ain't nothing in this world can set her free 

Who feels sorry 

For the center of attention 

Who'll feel sorry 

For that poor little rich girl 

Who'll feel sorry 

At the Amsterdam convention 

Who'll feel sorry for the star 

She's a prisoner of smiling 

It's expected night and day 

Its a burden on her everywhere she goes 

Still she's looking for some magic 

Like those teenage magazines 

That she read in '65 in Ohio 

Who feels sorry 

For the center of attention 

Who'll feel sorry 

For that poor little rich girl 

Who'll feel sorry 

At the Amsterdam convention 

Who'll feel sorry for the star 

She's a prisoner of dreaming 

And her dreams become her boss 

Now its packed her off to work among the Dutch 

She'll see all the sights on Sunday 

She'll be wined and dined at night 

And let's pray to God she don't protest too much 

Who feels sorry 

For the center of attention 

Who'll feel sorry 

For that poor little rich girl 

Who'll feel sorry 

At the Amsterdam convention 

Who'll feel sorry for the star 

Who feels sorry