Fame

I抳e 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抯 left to say, Is spread throughout this town. You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross. Then come on, baby. And it抯 in your face, Can read it clearly now. Looks like I抦 lost at the foot or your cross. So come on save me. I抳e been to Chicago And don抰 think I haven抰 crossed the seas Seen Milan and its model fashion. It brings me to my knees. I think I抳e come undone. And all that抯 left to say, Is spread throughout this town. You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross. Then come on, baby. And it抯 in your face, Can read it clearly now. Looks like I抦 lost at the foot or your cross. So come on save me. And all that抯 left to say, Is spread throughout this town. You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross. Then come on, baby. And it抯 in your face, Can read it clearly now. Looks like I抦 lost at the foot or your cross. So come on save me. And I think I抳e come undone.