if it sucks, just say it sucks. if it needs improvement, just make suggestions. be honest.
i look out my window,
and what do i see?
a big pink flower,
staring back at me.
and i wonder,
how these things,
always happen to me...
Where is my money,
where are my rings,
where is the luck that has to,
bring me these things?
i wnna be famous,
i wanna be rich,
i wanna see little girls lookin' up to me,
and wondering what i did...
i read GL magazine,
(And) i read seventeen,
all these stars, all these people,
why can't that be me?
where are my chocolate truffles,
imported from spain,
where is my suit-wearing chauffer,
with my limosine?
i wanna be famous,
i wanna be rich,
i wanna see fans everywhere i turn,
what's so wrong with this?
i wanna be famous,
i wanna be rich,
i wanna see people at my concerts,
is there something wrong with this?
i wanna be famous,
and i wanna be rich,
bet there's no one in this world,
who wants it as much as me.
2007-10-13
06:56:07
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3 answers
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