| Countless lovers, six months later he woke up, got out of bed
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| Looked around the room and threw up
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| Dolce suits, baskets of fruit and money
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| And your face on TV don’t look like you today, honey
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| But you made it, yeah, you made it
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| Oh you made it, what you gonna do now?
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| Walk down the street, people you meet think they own you
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| They say give me a piece of your life 'cause I feel like I know you
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| Say, «Sign my shirt, kiss my cheek, hug me»
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| Well I’ve given you years of my life and I want you to love me
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| But you made it, yeah, you made it
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| Oh you made it, what you gonna do now?
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| And oh love, you’re so good looking
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| Oh love, really cooking
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| Oh love, don’t you ever get tired
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| Or uninspired
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| But you made it, yeah, you made it
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| Oh you made it, what you gonna do now? |