George Michael —
Star People ’97

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© Acordes transcritos por: Mijaíl Ocheret // el especialista (https://Muzland.es)
» Pedido de Vladimir Rumyantsev
± PPS (tempo): ♩ = 108 pulsaciones por minuto

Lyrics and Music by George Michael

 F#m7        B7    
   Bad, bad, bad,
   Star people,
   F#m7   B7    
   Bad, bad.

   Star people.
 F#m7        B7
   Bad, bad, bad,
   Star people,
   F#m7   B7
   Bad, bad.

 F#m7        B7
   Bad, bad, bad,
   Star people,
   F#m7   B7
   Bad, bad.

 F#m7        B7
   Bad, bad, bad,
   Star people,
   F#m7   B7
   Bad, bad.

F#m7    B7
Star people (star people),
F#m7
Counting your money
           B7
Until your soul turns green.
F#m7    B7
Star people (star people),
F#m7                        B7
Counting the cost of your desire to be seen.

Em7      A7            Em7
I do not count myself among you,
               A7
I may have been living in a dream.
Em7                  A7           Em7
It’s just that there seem so many of you,
               A7
Can’t help but hope,
                        F#m7
There’s a difference between.

                      B7
And if I live to be a hundred and one
       F#m7
I will never understand
         B7
What you are, honey?
    F#m7
I’m looking for sympathy,
     B7
Just get me on NBC,
       F#m7                         B7
And where’s the hell’s my dumb ass PR?
Yeah-yeah.

Chorus:
             F#m7       B7
     I said, maybe your mama
              F#m7
     Gave you up, boy.
               B7
     (It’s the same old, same old.)
             F#m7       B7
     I said, maybe your daddy
                      F#m7
     Didn’t love you enough, girl.
      B7
     (How much is enough?)

F#m7 B7
Star people (star people),
F#m7                      B7
Never forget your secret’s safe with me.
     F#m7                      B7
Just look at all the wonderful people
(Star people).
     F#m7
Hey, trying to forget
        B7
Just who and what they have been.

Em7         A7
Oh, it’s a dream (it’s a dream)
       Em7                    A7
With a nightmare stuck in the middle (middle).
              Em7               A7
Yeah. Are you serious? I’m just curious
        Em7                 A7
Without all this attention, mm,
               F#m7
You’d die, I’d die,
We’d die.

                      B7
And if I live to be a hundred and one
               F#m7
(Wouldn’t we baby),
                             B7
I will never understand just how.
Uh. (I’m talking to you.)
F#m7
You’re looking for sympathy
     B7
From people who work to eat,
    F#m7                        B7
And they don’t really seem to mind.
Yeah-yeah.

Chorus:
             F#m7       B7
     I said, maybe your mama
              F#m7
     Gave you up, boy.
               B7
     (It’s the same old, same old.)
             F#m7              B7
     I said, maybe (baby) your daddy
                      F#m7
     Didn’t love you enough, girl.
     (Didn’t love you enough.)
     B7
     How much is enough? (People.)

Instrumental: Em7 | A7

             Em7    A7
How much is enough?
             Em7
How much is enough?
                          A7
Are you serious? I’m just curious.
        Em7               A7
Are you serious? I’m just curious.

        Em7                     A7
Are you serious? Yeah, I’m just curious.
                     Em7
(More good stuff for me.)
                          A7
Are you serious? I’m just curious.
        Em7               A7
Are you serious? I’m just curious.
                            C#7
(Yeah, let’s go back to the play.)
Are you serious?

F#m7   B7
Hah, DJ (is that why you’re a star?)
                         F#m7
Why do you wanna tell me that?
    B7        A       F#m7
(Is that what makes a star?)
         B7
Hah, DJ,
                        F#m7
Get yourself some Oprah cash.

B7  A     F#m7
Uh, baby,
                                  B7
Do you really think you’ve got it so hard?
Huh?
(Is that what makes a star?)
                                  F#m7
Do you think it might do you some good
               B7
To look around you
A     F#m7
And decide how you might feel
       B7
If the pain you felt was real? Oh, baby,
Tell me.
F#m7
Bad, bad boy.
   B7       A      F#m7
Is that why you’re here?

                               B7
Now nothing comes for nothing, baby,
                               F#m7
That fame and fortune’s heaven sent,
      B7  A
Baby.
    F#m7
And who gives a fuck
          B7
About your problems, darling,
                             F#m7
‘Cause you can pay the rent.
        B7            A            F#m7
You can pay. (Is that what makes a star?)
Pay.
Pay.
B7
Pay.
Pay. (Is that what makes a star?)
Pay.
Pay.
F#m7
Pay.
             B7        A       F#m7
(Bad boy, is that what makes a star?)
             B7
You can pay.
(Is that what makes a star?)

B7
Baby,
            F#m7
It’s right, baby.
It’s right, baby.
    B7        A       F#m7   B7
(Is that what makes a star?)
               F#m7
Baby, you’re a star.
    B7       A      F#m7   B7
(Is that why you’re star?)
               F#m7  B7  A
Baby, you’re a star.

Instrumental: F#m7 | B7
              B7 | F#m7 F#m7 B7 A  } ×2