Fame
(David Bowie)

Fallen Spä¯ It must've been love

Fame, makes a man take things over
Fame, lets him loose, hard to swallow
Fame, puts you there, where things are hollow
Fame

Fame, it's not your brain, it's just the same
that burns the change to keep you insane
Fame

Fame, what you like is in the Limo
Fame, what you get is no tomorrow
Fame, what you need you have to borrow
Fame

Fame
"Nien! It's mine!" is just this line
to bind your time, it drives to you to, oh, crime
Fame

Could it be the best, could it be?
Really be, really, babe?
Could it be, my baby, could it be, babe?
Really, really be, babe?

Is it any wonder?
I reject you first
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Is it any wonder?
You're too cool to fool?

Fame,
Fame, bully for you, chilly for me
Got to get a rain-check on pain
Fame
Ba ba be, Ba be ba be
Ba be ba be, Ba ba ba ba
Baba, Fame
What's your name?
Feeling so gay
Feeling gay

Fallen Spä¯ It must've been love