| Everybody’s saying, Girlfriend, just who do you think you are?
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| With your young good looking chauffuer, and
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| Your patent leather car
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| Well I may come from the gutter
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| But I’m aiming for the stars
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| And just like Johnny Rotten, I drive 'em crazy at the bar
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| Maybe I should bribe a DJ, maybe I could
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| Get played that way
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| Maybe I should get a gun, you’d have a serial
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| Killer at number one
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| I’m a star (Now that I’m a star)
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| Now is my time to rise and shine
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| I’m a star (Now the crowd is mine)
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| Finish your song because the crowd is mine
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| Well, the In-crowd say in night clubs, I have
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| Done some carrying on
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| I’m sorry to offend you, but that’s how I
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| Research my songs
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| And if my reputation suffers, well I do it for my art
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| And somewhere inside my microphone, I’ve got
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| A diamond studded heart
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| Maybe I should bribe a DJ, maybe I could
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| Get played that way
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| Cry for public sympathy, well you can keep
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| That stuff, 'cos it isn’t me
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| I’m a star (Now that I’m a star)
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| Now is my time to rise and shine
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| I’m a star (Now the crowd is mine)
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| Finish your song because the crowd is mine
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| I’m a star (I will rise and shine)
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| Now is my time, to rise and shine
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| I’m a star (Now the crowd is mine)
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| Because the crowd is mine, because the
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| Crowd is mine
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| Because the crowd is mine, because the
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| Crowd is mine
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| Finish your song because the crowd is mine
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| Because the crowd is mine
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| The crowd is mine
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| Maybe I should bribe a DJ, maybe I could
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| Get played that way
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| Maybe I should get a gun, you’ll have a serial
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| Killer at number one
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| I’m a star (Now that I’m a star)
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| Now is my time to rise and shine
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| I’m a star (Now the crowd is mine)
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| Finish your song because the crowd is mine
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| Just 'cos I’ve not got everything, doesn’t mean
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| I don’t want more
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| You’ve got 'TAKE THAT! |
| and GEORGE
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| MICHAEL, they're such crashing bores!
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| Frome Liverpool to Paris, and from Birmingham
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| To Rome
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| Anywhere there’s a spotlight baby!, It’s my
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| Birthright and my home
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| You want looks?, I got 'em, Meisels' already
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| Shot 'em
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| Jewels?, Don’t need 'em, There’s hungry
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| People feed them
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| You want names?, I’ll name them, scandalise
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| And frame them
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| Cos I am a STAR! |