Was it just the lens that, made me fall in love? Was it all the people, who told me you're a star? Did you tell the press about last night? Are you're eyes still growing dark from fright? V.I.P, very important to me, I wanted to tell you it all in secret, but magazine printed it in bold letters. V.I.P, you're so very chic, I don't want to be in the cover of your dreams. Postcards from Hawaii, where your last tour was. They said "Could I find love, even though I've never loved. All these people that make you a star, don't matter when you are gone." VIP important to me, but the girl that I found in subway, wasn't the same I left in the airplane. V.I.P, says I cannot see, that you don't need to be a celebrity.
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