I can do whatever you want to, I can make a movie star out of you.
Wipe your nose and set out for the stage. Charge the lines. Fill the rows. Sniff.
Get lost in the music, the glamorous life. Turn up the speakers. Turn down the fright.
“Fame”. “Fortune”. Is this life?
Such a rush to know that you love me so much. So fine.
You’re going up, up, up. In that downtown “line”. Sniff.
Clean up your nose, now face the crowd, ignore your life. Enjoy what you’ve become.
Don’t forget to kiss the mirror on the way out. You’ve lost all self-control.
High. You’re lost in the glamorous…..life. And it’s not even yours.
Erase me. Lose me. It’s not that hard. I’m not that good. Glamorrrrrr.
Control. Inhibition. Lax. Detriment.
It’s such a rush, to know that you love me so much.
Interested in changing the world.