Star People

Maybe your mama gave you up, boy

Maybe your daddy didn't love you enough, girl

Star people

Counting your money until your soul turns green

Star people

Counting the cost of your desire to be seen

I do not count myself among you

I may be living in a dream

It's just there seems so many of you

Can't help but hope there's a difference between

You and me

(You're a star)

I'm talking to you

And you should go far (you're a star)

I said, maybe your mama gave you up, boy

It's the same old same old

Maybe your daddy didn't love you enough, girl

Say, how much is enough?

Star people

Never forget you're secret's safe with me

Just look at all the wonderful people

Trying to forget they had to pay for what you see

It's a dream

With a nightmare stuck in the middle

But listen, brother, where would you be

Without all this attention?

You'd die, I'd die, we'd die

Wouldn't we?

Well wouldn't we?

(You're a star)

I'm talking to you

I'm talking to you

(You're a star)

I said, maybe your mama gave you up, boy

(It's the same old same old)

Maybe your daddy didn't love you enough, girl

(How much is enough)

You only wanted them to love you

You may have been living in a dream

And as the demons tower above you

You bite your tongue when you really wanna scream

(How much is enough?)

Look at me

I said

Talk about your mother

Talk about your father

Talk about the people who have made you what you are

Talk about your teacher

The bully boy who beat you

Talk about the people who have paid for that new sports car

You're a big, big, big, big star

Look at you

(How much is enough?)

How much is enough?

Did you get off on a bad foot, baby?

Do you have a little tale to tell?

Did you get off on a bad foot?

Bad, bad foot?

Is that why you're a star?

Is that what makes a star?

(How much is enough)

How much is enough?

(Did you get off on a bad foot, baby?

Do you have a little tale to tell?

How much is enough?)

How much is enough?

(Did you get off on a bad foot, baby?

Do you have a little tale to tell?

How much is enough?)

Now, nothing comes from nothing, baby

That fame and fortune's heaven sent

And who gives a f- about your problems, darling

'Cause you can pay the rent?

How much is enough?