Could you help me be a star?
With all looks turned to me.
The lights are asking for my bright,
The crowd is screaming for my show.
With all conventional things against me,
Wear my clothes back-to-front,
GO TO HELL!
C'mon C'mon
Hey baby, c'mon!
C'mon C'mon.
Would you like to have some fun?
I'll whisper sweety words in your ear.
I'm sure I'll be dressed to success,
Or should I'll be dressed to kill?
With all conventional things against me,
But I won't sell my soul,
FORGET IT!