Ooooh.. Close to the edge, close to the edge. And I won't fall over, won't fall over no way. Close to the edge, close to the edge. And I won't fall over, won't fall over no way.
Sell me your soul. And I'll make you a star. Fantasies turned realities. And a Cadillac car. Watch them hero worship. The boys at the bar. You they idolise.