Fame is like a piece of chewing gum. Fruity taste and bitter sweet. Making money is a waste of money, honey. Making a living don't make a life Don't need a ride in a jazzed up pumpkin. No feather
Mondays child was fairer face. Tuesday, well, he fell from grace. He went under, I wonder did he see me. . When he finally hit the brake. He turned the wheel so bravely. Was his aim to save me.
She stands all alone. You can hear her hum softly. From her fire escape in the sky. She fills the bags 'neath her eyes. With the moonbeams. And cries 'cause the world's passed her by Didn't time