गीत निर्देशांक
ENमूल बोल
अनुवाद अभी उपलब्ध नहीं है। मूल बोल दिखाए जा रहे हैं।
A kind of lust
For a lot of fuss
Your name in lights it dazzles your eyes
A gift for gab
Oh but what a drag
You're perched high in a gilded cage
No garden sounds, no sacred ground
No brilliant heights just an appetite
A bully's face
No natural grace
Your anger moves you like the Moon and Sun
No one to blame
A book of names
You thumb it's pages when you feel blue
A dramedy filled with endless scenes
Lots of stage lights
And an appetite
If no one cares
Go on a tear
You stamp your feet until they can't ignore
A bitter cup
Fill it up
