So they made you a star,
Now your head's in a cloud.
Now you're walking down the street,
With your feet off the ground.
You read in the press all about your success.
They believe every word they've been told.
After all you've been through, tell me what will you do,
When you find yourself out in the cold?
Oh, tell me. Oh, tell me.
When you appear on the stage, there's a standing ovation.
You really live up your performance; you're the biggest sensation.
You reach through the door,
And when you take the floor,
You expect to have it all to yourself.
After all you've been through, tell me what will you do,
When you find yourself back on the shelf?
Oh, tell me. Oh, tell me.
You reach through the door,
And when you take the floor,
You expect to have it all to yourself.
After all you've been through, tell me what will you do,
When you find yourself back on the shelf?
Oh, tell me. Oh, tell me. |