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I took my baby on a river boat cruise
And she was well aware
I was excited about the way that things could have been
She said, “that I don’t care”
I want a face no one can recognize, in disguise
Someone called out my name
They thought of taking pictures, autographs, then they grab
My joy had turned to pain
Father always told me
You won’t live a quiet life
If you’re reaching for fortune and fame
I feel the pressure setting in
I’m living just to win
I’m down and in my pain
Don’t you feelin’ no pain!
It’s the price of fame
You pay the price of fame
So don’t be feelin’ no pain!
It’s the price of fame
It’s the price of fame
So don’t you ever complain!
I’m on the cover of a magazine
(what a scene)
They know my every do’s
“Just sign your name on the dotted line”
(“You’ll be fine”)
That always bothers me
Get in your car
You wanna take a ride
(look behind)
Someone is following you
You try to get away you turn real fast
(but too bad)
They know your every move
My father always told me
You won’t live a quiet life
If you’re reaching for fortune and fame
And I feel the pressure setting in
I’m living just to win
I bled all this pain
Don’t you ever complain
It’s the price of fame
You pay the price for fame
So don’t you ever complain!
It’s the price of fame
You pay the price for fame
So don’t be feelin’ no pain
It’s the price of fame
You pay the price of fame
Father never lies
(price of fame)
My father never lies
My father never lies
(price of fame)
So don’t be feelin’ this way, boy!
Hee, hee!
Aaow!
Do it!
I’d like to take some time and get away
(then they’ll say)
“Is that boy still alive?”
The week in village, thoughts of taking pills
(what a thrill)
Only the strong survive
My father always told me
You won’t live the quiet life
You start to wondering where have you been
I feel the envious look at me
With mistaken jealousy
Then stand here in my shoes
And get a taste of my blues
It’s the price of fame
You pay the price of fame
So don’t you ever complain!
It’s the price of fame
You pay the price for fame
So don’t be feeling this way!
It’s the price of fame
You pay the price for fame
So don’t you ever complain!
It’s the price of fame
You pay the price of fame
(Hee, hee)
My father never lies
(the price of fame)
My father never lies, baby
(the price of fame)
My father never lies
So don’t be feelin’ no pain, boy!