Bright Lights Fading - Slam

Gimme gimme gimme one more chance

I spent my royalties on call boys

Just a temporary slip of fate

On a moonlit street

I can tell just by the way you glance

You heard the word about my greatness

But when my money’s gone and I’m all alone

What’s a girl to do?

So pick me off of the floor

And put me in your show tonight

I’m designed to blow your mind

If you just let me be myself

So get me off of this road

And put me in your show tonight

I was born for the bright spot lights

Everybody knows

There’s no guilt about the things I do

You’ve got to take it where you find it

And I’ve starved enough and worked hard enough

The pay’s overdue

Never mind about the state I’m in

Its just a matter of appearance

I’m a superstar if you send a car

And a little cash on the side

Hows a girl out of luck gonna find herself?

Call me a tramp and a drunk

Its just packaging

Just a part of fame