Star People (MTV Unplugged) 作词 : George Michael 作曲 : George Michael Maybe your mama gave you up boy I said, Maybe your daddy didn't love you enough, girl 1, 2, 3, start Maybe your mama gave you up boy (It's the same old same old) Maybe your daddy didn't love you enough, girl Star people Counting your money till you soul turns green Star people Counting the cost of your desire to be seen I do not count myself among you I may be living in a dream It's just seem to many of you Can't help but hope There's a difference between, you and me You're a star (I'm talking to you) Oh I'm talking to you. You're a star I said maybe your mama gave you up boy (It's the same old same old) Maybe your daddy didn't love you enough girl (How much is enough) Star people Never forget your secret safe with me Just look at all 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 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) You're a star (I'm talking to you) I'm talking to you. You're a star I said maybe your mama gave you up boy (It's the same old same old) Maybe your daddy didn't love you enough girl (How much is enough) You only want that they to love you You're making loving in a dream And there's two months tower about you You bite your toungue when you rather wanna scream Baby look at me Baby how much is enough Talk about your mother Talk about your father Talk about the people Who have made you what you are Talk about your teacher The bully boy who beat you Talk about the people who have paid For that new sports car Your big, big, big, star! Should go far! Say how much is enough Did you get off on a bad foot, baby Do you have a little tale to tell Did you get off on a bad foot, baby Is that why you're a star? How much is enough? Did you get off on a bad foot, baby Do you have a little tale to tell How much is enough? Did you get off on a bad foot, baby Do you have a little tale to tell How much is enough? Now, nothing comes from nothing, baby Do you have a little tale to tell That fame and fortune's heaven sent And who gives a f*** about your problems, darling When you can pay the rent How much is enough? yeah say how much is enough? Yeah say how much is enough?