Prisoner Of Stardom Songtext
von Steve Forbert

She′s a prisoner of stardom
She's unhappy with success
′Cause it isn't what she pictured it to be
Though she's made a lot of money
And a lot of famous friends
There ain′t nothing in this world can set her free

Who′ll feel sorry for the center of attention?
Who'll feel sorry for that poor little rich girl?
Who′ll feel sorry at the Amsterdam Convention?
Who'll feel sorry for the star?


She′s a prisoner of smiling
It's expected night and day
It′s a burden on her everywhere she goes
Still she's looking for some magic
Like those teenage magazines
That she read in '65 in Ohio

Who′ll feel sorry for the center of attention?
Who′ll feel sorry for that poor little rich girl?
Who'll feel sorry at the Amsterdam Convention?
Who′ll feel sorry for the star?

She's a prisoner of dreaming
And her dreams become her boss
Now it′s packed her off to work among the Dutch
She'll see all the sights on Sunday
She′ll be wined and dined at night
And let's pray to God she don't protest too much

Who′ll feel sorry for the center of attention?
Who′ll feel sorry for that poor little rich girl?
Who'll feel sorry at the Amsterdam Convention?
Who′ll feel sorry for the star?