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Step on the stage |
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the lights, the praise, |
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the curtain calls and the big parade |
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You know that life all too well |
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Promise the pain, the valor, the rage |
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Hold up your hands for the bow and the wave |
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You know his touch a little too well |
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You throw yourself into their arms |
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Mistresses have all the fun |
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But no one's ever there to take you home |
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Box up your gloves and your down coats |
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Bound for the sun and the west coast |
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Where upper crust tragedy is abound |
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A tip for the girl at the coat check |
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The guy at the door and the bar back |
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They know your face oh so well |
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But movies never made you famous |
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All your dreams got lost or traded |
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And all you ever cared about got lost |
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You were surely still an actress older men would find attractive |
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And all you ever dreamed of was the cost |
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Where there's gold there's a gold digger [x6] |
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You throw yourself into their arms |
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Mistresses have all the fun |
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But no one's ever there to take you home |