Everybody Knows Your Name

Your photograph is everywhere
The loudest face with the blondest hair
But the public eye is a Peeping Tom
And it's look can kill those it smiles upon

Everybody knows all your little secrets
Is it what you wanted? Is it what you needed?
Everybody knows your, knows your, knows your
Everybody knows your name

The magazines, the filthy exposes
Ah, the price of fame, it's a price you've paid
So that everyone loves you whenever you appear
They take a pound of flesh for a souvenir

Everybody knows all your little secrets
Where you keep your money, where you've been sleeping
Everybody knows your, knows your, knows your
Everybody knows your name

Remember me, I won't let you forget
I know you so well, though we've never met
They say you're losing your husband, all your muscle-bound friends
If you lose your head, you're going to need me then

Everybody knows all your little secrets
Watching through your window, Technicolor weekends
Everybody knows your, knows your, knows your
Everybody knows your name

Everybody knows your, knows your, knows your
Everybody knows your name

The girl couldn't help it
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