I'm Sorry I Called You Michael Douglas and I See Your Value Now
You're gonna be famous one day; that's for sure Cameras and microphones always knocking at your door And it's a shame I won't be with you there at all You're gonna make millions one day; that's for sure Your name in blue lights across every marquee board And it's a shame I won't be with you there at all I just wanted to say I'm sorry Because it's never said enough And throughout all the hateful words and the hateful phrases I still hope you make it, 'cause I won't But some of this is still your fault Do I get a song like you do? Do you feel remorseful at all? So where will you go? Where will I go? I don't know