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Making Tracks
Looking in the mirror, wanna look like mummy
Lipstick on my face, looking very funny
Smiling as the world goes by
Wanna be a super star singer
Wanna be everyone’s winner
High hopes, making tracks
Wanna be famous
Don’ wanna go back
To being nothing
Nothing at all
I want loads of fans
And be standing tall
Everyone looking at ME
Looking in the mirror, fixing my hair
Going on the stage, all my friends are there
Smiling, looking cute
Wanna be a superstar,
Wanna be a pop star
In a studio making tracks
Gonna be famous
Don’ wanna go back
To bein’ nothing
Nothin at all
I want loads of fans
And be standing tall
Everyone staring at ME
Looking in the paper, I see my face
Night on the town, I look a disgrace
No longer smiling
Wish I was no superstar
Wish I was no pop star
Somebody stop me in my tracks
Do I wanna be famous?
Please let me go back
To bein nothin
Nothin at all
Where nobody knew me
Where I could be small
Looking in the mirror, high as a kite
Snorting coke, injecting China White
I feel like I am Dynamite
Never thought I’d go this far
Is this really the life of a star?
In a dark place, feelin small and lonely
Making tracks with a heroin needle
Wanna go back
Wanna be what I was
Wanna be that girl
Playing at being mummy
Life just ain’t funny
Anymore!
Written by me (Carolyn Davison) on 25th July 2011 (10:30am)
