You think its all so easy When you got your name in lights Money comes in bag fulls And you spend it every night It's a happy holiday When you fly from place to place Up at six each morning Slapping make up on your face... (chorus x 2) I wish you were in our shoes I wish you could be us Washing all your laundry And riding on the bus Everybody loves you Speaks to you at noon Never knowing you made them Thinking they made you Double trouble everywhere Not a drop to drink Rehearshing conversations I haven't slept a wink... (chorus x 2) What a shambles of a meeting Don't know what to say What a shambles of a bus ride What a shambles of a day... (chorus ad lib)
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