The Fame — аккорды и текст

It breaks like glass, but not in your hand

Shoot you down right where you stand

And it don't care for what you wear

or which way you might sway

It calls you up, but not on the phone

And it will drag you from your throne

And you may laugh while you sit there sipping you champagne

And may I laugh at your dispare sniffing your cocaine

It will not fall, not from the sky

And it don't eat no humble pie

And you may have your quiet life

But I bet you don't know why

It made you a mess, you didn't believe

You still don't know what makes me breathe

And you may laugh while you sit there

sipping your champagne

And may I laugh at your dispare

while your sniffing your cocaine