A Balladeer
A Balladeer - Alright, Mr. Demille lyrics
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Alright, Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my close-up I've been steady out of focus now for long enough don't talk about my heyday being way, way over just a touch of make-up here and I'm off I'm gonna be loved I'm gonna be loved L.O.V.E.D. you fake it till you make it and you fake it some more then a thing Monroe's a pretty good example of in front of Miller and DiMaggio and millions of men she ate her cake and she got stuffed I wanna be loved I wanna be loved it's my way or no way or else I just won't play but I need direction a bit of direction set clear and everyone quiet, please camera, lights and action! it was too late to be selected as a Brat Pack actor thank God for Missy Moore I never got the job I could have beat her ass easy at a weeping contest now the gloves are coming off because I wanna be loved I wanna be loved it's my way or no way or else I just won't play but I need direction a bit of direction set clear and everyone quiet, please camera, lights and action!