free

You're all the right people
In all the right places
But you're some kinda evil
Behind all those faces

I guess you gotta play the game
To win the game
But what do you win in this rat race
Stuffed animal pride
Cash
Fame

What would your mother say

If you want it, you got it, you gotta give it all away
If you want it, you got it, you gotta give it all away

If you want to see what happens
With one million dollar chances
Gotta give yourself away for free

And if you wanna do the dance
Of having private jet romances
You know all you got to do is sing

It's simple, it's easy
So priceless, it's free
I'm famous
I'm mean, bitch
And I'm shameless
What have you done for me lately
I mean it

With your plastic heart and acrylic soul
All your trophy loves and the glitter blow
All your room service after every show
All the black-car credit cards that you spend for show

Where Vegas becomes Burbank
Becomes Berlin becomes Mom's house
Becomes bus ride, becomes lifetime
Until we're back again

Is this good enough
Is this good enough yet
Am I good enough
Am I good enough yet

And if you want to see what happens
With one million dollar chances
Gotta give yourself away for free

And if you wanna do the dance
Of having private jet romances
You know all you got to do is sing

And if you wanna feel the rush
Of getting everything you lust for
You can live this life in ecstasy

But if you wanna have it all
You gotta sell your heart and soul
'Cause no one makes it out for free

I said it's simple, I said it's easy
I said it's priceless, you can have it for free
But it's so sad, that it's almost funny
Yeah, it's a dirty game but I stay clean

'Cause I'm famous now. Yeah, I've made it now
Find me in Malibu enjoying the breeze
Good luck in Hollywood, Miss Molly Wood
'Cause no one makes it out for free
You see



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Albert Alves, Jennifer Schott
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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