I don’t know where they came from
This popstar lover
Look what the cat dragged in
The master of media spin
What’s behind that Cheshire grin
Who’s home to ask where they’ve been
Who’s accounting when they’re spending
Who’s been kissing the diamond ring

You don’t know how hard it is
To be bought and paid for
Everyone’s always looking the other way
I want to be him for a day

We need them in the band
This popstar lover
So skilfully playing him
Like a cheap violin
Their snake oil tastes of gin
Soothes the bones under your skin
Ages withers the next of kin
My guess is he’ll take it on the chin

You don’t know how hard it is
To be bought and paid for
Everyone’s always looking the other way
I want to be him for a day

They didn’t show their cards at once
This popstar lover
Never overplayed their hand
Didn’t leave footsteps in the sand
Sorted the grifters from the fans
Patiently waited to take command
The prodigal son of the promised land
They claim it was never part of the plan

You don’t know how hard it is
To be bought and paid for
Everyone’s always looking the other way
I want to be him for a day