I'm getting too used to this way of life Fame is a baby, she rocks me at night Far from the cold and the brash city lights We purchase from sorrow a moment's respite And each time you smile I know I would follow you a country mile For all that I'm chasing is worthless and vile I was a backwater girl, home most nights That was before I saw my name in lights Stardom and squalor were not dreams of mine But I've seen the Hollywood sign now And how it shines But when you smile I swear I would follow you a country mile Please save me before I do things that aren't worth my while... my while...