Popstar Life

Listen baby, meet me after the show And no one has to know Well come sit in the Back with us, drink some absinthe Listen to us Gloat Our manager's the only one we trust, You know Record company people, God only knows You've got to give it away Or better throw it away Before they take it Away You've got to give it away or better Throw it away Before they take it away You Love my black suit, my white shirt How do I smell in my cologne? When I sweat on stage, it's like I'm glistening When I sing in tune Soon My awe will be gone as I undress you With my eyes Trying to figure out how can I get myself In between those thighs You've got to give it Away or better throw it away Before they take It away You've got to give it away or Better throw it away Before they take it away And there is always something Strange about the way Things Always turn Out So I sit in my room at night Counting The leaves on the trees Knowing that this warm moonlight Could be My only pop star life You've Got to give it away or better throw it Away Before they take it away You've got to Give it away or better throw it away Before They take it away Away, away Before They take it away Away, Away Before they take it away