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Cuz I’m Famous for nothing
I love my fame
So let’s talk more about me
I got no shame
My sex tape is coming out next week

I’m so crazy
Cuz it’s good for the ratings
So take another picture for US Weekly
Calling my friends
You call ‘em paparazzi

Turn up the lights, cameras a go
Get out the way
cuz I’m famous for nothing
Out every night
My life’s a show
I’m getting paid
Cuz I’m famous for nothing
I can’t act, can’t dance, can’t write, can’t sing
No, I can’t do anything
Turn up the lights, I love the dough
Cuz I’m famous for nothing

Cuz I’m famous for nothing

Good press, bad press
It makes no difference to me
If I go to the grocery store
I make sure to call TMZ
When I go out
I get paid to party
I’m always on the list
champagne, red carpet
You fly coach
I only fly private

Turn up the lights, cameras are go
Get out the way
cuz I’m famous for nothing
Out every night
My life’s a show
I’m getting paid
cuz I’m famous for nothing
I can’t act, can’t dance, can’t write, can’t sing
No, I can’t do anything
Turn up the lights, pile up the dough
cuz I’m famous for nothing

I’m dating someone famous
It makes me even more famous it’s true
I can hear you people laughing
Can’t you see the joke is really on you
Now you follow all my ups and downs
I’m filling up my bank account
I’m so big, I’m so important
You wanna be my friend
Just call my agent

Say you only got fifteen minutes
And mine are almost up
I guess I’ll take the bus back home
When my spin off flops

Turn up the lights, cameras are go
Get out the way
Cuz I’m famous for nothing
Out every night
My life’s a show
I’m getting paid
cuz I’m famous for nothing
I can’t act, can’t dance, can’t write, can’t sing
No, I can’t do anything
Turn up the lights, pile up the dough
cuz I’m famous for nothing

I got the life, too bad they know
Get out the way
Cuz I’m famous for nothing
Out every night
My life’s a show
I’m getting paid
Cuz I’m famous for nothing
I can’t act, can’t dance, can’t write, can’t sing
No, I can’t do anything
Turn up the lights, pile up the dough
Cuz I’m famous for nothing

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