Richard Marx


Richard Marx

Rush Street

You're the queen of your own little world
You really made a splash
Got the offers rollin' in, but you're nothing more
Than high paid trash
Everybody wants to know what goes on in your head
Pity if they found out that you're lonely in your bed
Maybe it all happened to you just a little too fast
Won't let anybody touch you? so you do it for yourself
Plain to see there's a woman cryin' out for help
You're a superstar, but you don't know who you are
And your money won't get you very far
You're a mystery, nothing can set you free
Your demons haunt you endlessly
You face the end of your youth in a tired little masquerade
You talk to people with a tongue like a newly sharpened razor blade
Yours is not a life that lets you take a look inside
Morals and convictions meet a fate of genocide
But in the end you'll be sleeping in the bed you made
All you want's a daddy, the one you never had
A need for understanding aching in you bad
it seems so clear to me, there's something that you'd rather be
Take a look around you now, before it's much too late
Make the choice to change, or be a victim of your fate
All your life, you've been running from the girl inside
oh, but it's plain to see there's someone

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