'The Fame Lyrics
Breaks like glass 
But not in your hand 
They'll shoot you down 
Right where you stand 
And it don't care for what you wear 
Or which way you might sway 
Its calls you up 
But not on the phone 
And they will drag you from your throne 

And you may laugh while you sit there 
Sipping your champagne 
And they all laugh at your despair 
Sniffing your cocaine 
I'm a man of choice in an old Rolls Royce 
And I'm howling at the moon 
Is my happening to deafening 
For you? 
For you? 

Its maybe The Fame 
Its walked out on your name 
Its sees you crying 
Never did explain 
Am I the name 
Blowing through you 
Like a hurricane 

Its a shame 
Its a shame 
Its a shame 

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 makes you a mess 
You didn't believe 
You still don't know what makes me breathe 

And you may laugh while sitting there 
Sipping your champagne 
And they all laugh at your despair 
Sniffing your cocaine 
I'm a man of choice in an old Rolls Royce 
And I'm howling at the moon 
Is this happening to deafening 
For you? 
For you? 

Its maybe The Fame 
Its walked out on your name 
Its sees you crying 
Never did explain 
Am I the name 
Blowing through you 
Like a hurricane 

Its a shame 
Its a shame 
Its a shame 

Its maybe The Fame 
Its walked out on your name 
Its sees you crying 
Never did explain 
Am I the name 
Blowing through you 
Like a hurricane 

And I've walked out on your name 
It sees you cry 
Up from the sky 
You never did explain 
Why I'm still 
Blowing through you 
Like a hurricane 

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