David Bowie – Fame: Lyrics and Music Video
Fame Lyrics
Fame (fame) makes a man take things over
Fame (fame) lets him loose, hard to swallow
Fame (fame) puts you there where things are hollow
Fame (fame)
Fame, it’s not your brain, it’s just the flame
That burns your change to keep you in… sane (sane)
Fame (fame)
Fame (fame) what you like is in the limo
Fame (fame) what you get is no tomorrow
Fame (fame) what you need you have to borrow
Fame (fame)
Fame, “nein! it’s mine!” is just his line
To bind your time, it drives you to… crime
Fame (fame)
Could it be the best, could it be?
Really be, really, babe?
Could it be, my babe, could it, babe?
Could it, babe? could it, babe?
Is it any wonder i reject you first?
Fame (fame) fame, fame, fame (fame)
Is it any wonder you are too cool to fool
Fame (fame)
Fame, bully for you, chilly for me
Got to get a rain check on… pain (pain)
(fame)
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame
What’s your name?
(feeling so gay, feeling gay)
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