Oh
Fame, no you'll never ever live it down
Fame, oh you'll document your fall from grace
Fame, yeah they'll pay you for that pretty face
Fame, oh you think that this'll never end
Its when it ends, its then you'll see
That 35 to seven-five's a long, long time.
You shake for tips and dye your face
Paint your eyes white, your lips so red
Bury your head down, discard your shame
Your time has come, you'll get your fame
You'll get your fame
Oh
Fame, no you'll never ever live it down
Fame, oh you'll document your fall from grace
Fame, yeah they'll pay you for that pretty face
Fame, oh you think that this'll never end
Its when it ends, its then you'll see
That 35 to seven-five's a long, long time.
The simpletons feed the tree
And then they kneel, groveling
Perish the thought of tasting fruit
To watch, content, as sweets all rot
Who would have thought she would rot?
Your only friends are only fans
And even they will all move on
Can't turn back time, can't settle down
You sold your prime, bought into lies
'Cuz after all, you'd get your fame
Oh
Fame, no you'll never ever live it down
Fame, oh you'll document your fall from grace
Fame, yeah they'll pay you for that pretty face
Fame, oh you think that this'll never end
Its when it ends, its then you'll see
That 35 to seven-five's a long, long time.
To be "empowered", or so they say
As she lies flat on her back
Obsess with the vain,
to jeopardize everything she had gained
Shame, she's just become another casualty to the modernity
The well's dried up, and so's your face
No one to come and pet your cat
Submerge your regrets in cheap box wine
Your time has passed, you had your fame
You had your fame
Oh
Fame, no you'll never ever live it down
Fame, oh you'll document your fall from grace
Fame, yeah they'll pay you for that pretty face
Fame, oh you think that this'll never end
Its when it ends, its then you'll see
That 35 to seven-five's a long, long time.
Oh
Fame, no you'll never ever settle down
Fame, oh they'll pass you while you lose your place
Fame, yeah you used to be a pretty thing
Fame, oh to think that this would never end
Its when it ends, its then you see
That 35 to seven-five's a long, long time.
A long, long time
A long, long time
A long, long time
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