Star People

Tom: C#m
Intro: C#m7  Fis7  C#m7  Fis7
C#m7  Fis7  C#m7  Fis7

(Maybe your mama gave you up – boy.
Maybe your daddy didn´t love you enough – girl.)

1. Strophe
C#m7     Fis7     C#m7                               Fis7
Star people, counting your money until your soul turns green. 
C#m7     Fis7     C#m7                           Fis7
Star people, counting the cost of your desire to be seen.
Hm7         e7                   Hm7
I do not count myself among you,
            e7
I may be living in a dream
Hm7                 e7                 Hm7
it´s just there seEm so many of you
                      e7
cant´t help but hope
                              C#m7  Fis7          C#m7
there´s a difference between ... you and me
           Fis7
you´re a star
                             C#m7        Fis7                    C#m7
(ooh, I´m talking to you  – yeah, ah    -     ah, ah, ah,    -    ah)
           Fis7
you´re a star
 
 
Ref.:
 
            C#m7        Fis7              C#m7                    Fis7  
(I said) Maybe your mama gave you up – boy, it´s the same old, same old... .
C#m7           Fis7                      C#m7              Fis7
Maybe your daddy didn´t love you enough – girl.
 
 
2. Strophe
 
Star people
never forget your secret´s safe with me
just look at all the wonderful people
trying to forget they had to pay for what you see
it´s a dream with a nightmare stuck in the middle
But listen brother where would you be
without all of that attention
You´d die. I´d die. We´d die - wouldn´t we?  
(well wouldn´t we)
 
big, big, star!
Should go far!
 
 
Ref.:
 
3. Strophe
 
 
C#m7
Talk about your mother
Fis7
talk about your father
C#m7
talk about the people
           Fis7
who have made you what you are
C#m7
talk about your teacher,
      Fis7
the bully boy who beat you
C#m7                                  Fis7
talk about the people who have paid
                        C#m7              Fis7
for that new spors car       mm, ah
 
 
 
did you get off on a bad foot, baby
do you have a little tale to tell
is that why you´re a star?
Is that what makes a star?
 
Nothing comes for nothing, baby
that fame and fortune´s heaven sent
and who gives a fuck about your problEms, darling
when you can pay the rent
 
how much is enough?