Famous Before I Go
There seems little point,
Becoming famous, once I’m gone.
I’d not know the adoration,
Or how in fame my life moves on.
Once a humble bachelor,
Now all my fans demand a kiss.
Without the screaming and their pleading,
A vast part of life I’d miss.
Doesn’t everyone deserve a bit,
Our fifteen minutes of glory’s fame.
So we can count our rightful due,
As we become a household name.
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