Steven Page
Steven Page
Steven Page
Steven Page
Steven Page
Steven Page
Steven Page
Steven Page
Steven Page
Steven Page
Steven Page
Steven Page
Although I've been here before
You've got that thing I can't ignore
It's on the surface
I know it's shallow and it's vain
But I love it just the same
It gives me purpose
Let me love you unconsciously
While you're on your way there
I wanna sleep with you
And your entourage, tonight
London, Paris and Milan
You're just waiting for a man
To be exotic
You're a baby, you're a punk
I only love you when I'm drunk
I'm alcoholic
You've got a Tiffany key-ring
You've got no keys, no home
I wanna live with you
And your entourage, alright
You're famous, they're famous
We stand in rooms where nothing can be said
And nothing can be heard
You were famous for your fame
And now you're drowning in champagne
Hey, how you doing?
Did you take her to your club
And did you claim to be in love
While you were screwing?
Now we're through with morality
Can I sleep with your wife?
I wanna be like you
And your entourage, tonight
I wanna live like you
And your entourage, alright