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Musical: Bright Lights, Big City
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Amanda: To model is to show the world The power of a beautiful illusion To model it to wallow in a blissful state Of chaos and confusion The catwalk, the bitch talk The ulcers, the menopause at twenty-five To model, to model is to fly To model is to never have to go back to my Kansas City trailer To model is to lose the fear I always used to feel Of future failure The flashbulbs, the camera wall The media, the big cocaine in the upstairs lounge To model, to model is to get me high Didn’t I wanna be somebody? Didn’t I wanna be someone? Remember when I met you? Me, the little flower girl from Kansas All my glossy magazines and magic dreams Of Studio 54, the Plaza Hotel Mama said don’t marry you, he’ll run off like they always do Like all her husbands did before Mommy’s now on husband number four Men always leave But there you were, a boy with a book Moving East, take me to Bright lights, big city Bright lights, big city, yeah Jamie: Remember when we took that horse and carriage Through the park and walked to Tiffany? Lunch at the Four Seasons Talking marriage and the giving up of liberty The wedding bells, the cocktail check That funny little hat you wore when walking down the aisle I miss your smile, I miss your smile Amanda: To model is to finally see another side of me That was in hiding To model is to shut my eyes and float upon this fantasy I’m riding I like it, I love it The world outside my window every morning when I rise I open up my eyes to see To model is to release the me inside You can see me Thursday I’ll be modeling on MTV Back to main page: Bright Lights, Big City Lyrics
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