Michel Polnareff
Michel Polnareff - Fame à la mode lyrics
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Fame a la mode Flashbulbs explode All the electronic circuits overload When you are the show Then you know the show must go on Hitting the road Salary's over I'm responsible for shouldering the load When you are the show Then you know the show must go on Drag classic queen Wearing crushed velveteen Can't someone slow down the machine? Too much caffeine And too much nicotine Someone slow down the machine I'm longing for space Longing for time Why can't folks just say what they mean? Why can't this ever-lovin' life I'm leading Ever feel clean? Slow down the machine I really need so bad to unwind I really need to rest my mind Velvet stockade, spiked lemonade Fifty magazine reporters to persuade When you are the show Then you know the show must go on Making the grade, not getting paid I'm rehearsing for a ticker-tape parade When you are the show Then you know the show must go on Gotta get a scene, trippy, trip, trip scene Trippy, trip, trip, trip, star-tripper's dream Please slow down the machine (trippy) Cream limousines Black and blue scream (please) Longing for space Longing for time Why can't folks just say what they mean? Why can't this ever-lovin' life I'm leading Ever feel clean? Slow down the machine I really need so bad to unwind I really need to rest my mind