Fame

I've been to New York City
And I walked the weakest roads
Seen L.A. and its perfect salesman
All dressed in holy robes

And all that's left to say
Is spread throughout this town
You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross
Then come on, baby
And it's in your face
Can read it clearly now
Looks like I'm lost at the foot or your cross
So come on save me

I've been to Chicago
And don't think I haven't crossed the seas
Seen Milan and its model fashion
It brings me to my knees
I think I've come undone

And all that's left to say
Is spread throughout this town
You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross
Then come on, baby
And it's in your face
Can read it clearly now
Looks like I'm lost at the foot or your cross
So come on save me

And all that's left to say
Is spread throughout this town
You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross
Then come on, baby
And it's in your face
Can read it clearly now
Looks like I'm lost at the foot or your cross
So come on save me

And I think I've come undone