You ask me if I notice
All the things you do
Light the candles
Light the incense
I am coming home to you
You make me
You make me
You make me
I've seen you from my bedroom
When you are alone
I have watched you moving slowly
Through my magic telescope
You make me
You make me
You make me famous
You make me
You make me
You make me famous
I don't need this
I don't know why it is
I don't want this
And i'll get over it
Fame...
You ask me if I notice
How you aim to please
I have watched you moving slowly
Crawling on your hands and knees
You make me
You make me
You make me famous.....yeah
You make me
You make me
You make me famous
Yeah
Writer(s): Braden Barth Blake
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