You read of Stars ten times
A day in magazines.
No scandal they can hide,
Big t*** and tight blue jeans.
They got to fight themselves
To keep their images clean.
They got three wives and bodyguards
And three new cars a week.
So don't believe, that stars are
People that tell you they are.
They sold themselves to sell
Their records and their minds
And if they need some friends,
Their money helps to find.
Don't read the disco chats,
You won't find songs that smash.
Because stars don't want you to
Think, they just wan't your cash
So don't believe, that stars are
People that tell:
What to wear, what to drink,
What to listen and what to think!
A day in magazines.
No scandal they can hide,
Big t*** and tight blue jeans.
They got to fight themselves
To keep their images clean.
They got three wives and bodyguards
And three new cars a week.
So don't believe, that stars are
People that tell you they are.
They sold themselves to sell
Their records and their minds
And if they need some friends,
Their money helps to find.
Don't read the disco chats,
You won't find songs that smash.
Because stars don't want you to
Think, they just wan't your cash
So don't believe, that stars are
People that tell:
What to wear, what to drink,
What to listen and what to think!