Price of Fame - Paloma Faith

Written by：Paloma Faith/Thomas Brenneck/Homer Steinweiss

It doesn't matter what you give

It's never enough

You can never have a bad day girl

Cause that would be tough for me

It doesn't mater what you say

We'll never believe it

So pour another whiskey babe

You look great

She was only woman

Not built to be a superstar

She carried a burden

A gift to cause a thousand scars

Too broken down and frail to carry such a heavy load

She walked in to darkness and we stood to watch her go

Didn't see you fade away

But that's the price you paid

Singing through your hurt and pain

Should have been another way

Take it just a bit too late

Don't believe it

Oh lord it was the price of fame

So can I get a photograph

Even if you don't want it

I don't care if you got troubles girl

Just please don't be honest with me

Oh can you be my laughing stock

Don't take it so personal

Just pour another whiskey babe

You look great

She was only woman

Not built to be a superstar

She carried a burden

A gift to cause a thousand scars

Too broken down and frail to carry such a heavy load

She walked in to darkness and we stood to watch her go

Didn't see you fade away

But that's the price you paid

Singing through your hurt and pain

Should have been another way

Take it just a bit too late

Don't believe it

Oh lord it was the price of fame

Didn't see you fade away

But that's the price you paid

Singing through your hurt and pain

Should have been another way

Take it just a bit too late

Don't believe it

Oh lord it was the price of fame

Yeah lord it was the price of fame

Sing lord price of fame

It was the price of fame