My baby used to dance underneath my architecture To the Houses of the Holy SmokinÂŽ on them cigarettes My baby used to dance underneath my architecture He was cool as heck
He was cool as heck
But you were so obsessed With writing the next best American record But there was nothing left by the time we got to bed Baby, thatÂŽs a shame You were so obsessed With writing the next best American record You did it all for fame You did it all for fame
You did it all for fame Tell me how it treats you now You did it all for fame How does that taste coming out? You did it all for fame Baby, howÂŽs life treating you now?
ItÂŽs over
My baby used to dance underneath my architecture He was 70s in spirit, 90s in his frame of mind My baby used to dance underneath my architecture We lost track of space We lost track of time
But you were so obsessed With writing the next best American record But there was nothing left by the time we got to bed Baby, thatÂŽs a shame You were so obsessed With writing the next best American record You did it all for fame You did it all for fame (You know what IÂŽm talking about)
You did it all for fame Tell me how it treats you now You did it all for fame How does that taste coming out? Now that you lost the game Honey, howÂŽs life treating you now that itÂŽs over? Baby, how you feeling now that I told you?
ItÂŽs you All the roads lead to you Everything I want and do All the things that I say ItÂŽs true All the roads lead to you Like the 405 I drive through Every night and every day
I see you for who you really are Why the thousands of girls love The way Bill plays guitar?
You did it all for fame Tell me how it treats you now You did it all for fame How does that taste coming out? You did it all for fame Honey, how you feeling now? (HowÂŽs life treating you now?) That itÂŽs over Baby, howÂŽs life treating you now that I told you?
Honey, howÂŽs it feeling now? (Honey, howÂŽs it feeling? Honey, howÂŽs it feeling?)
I told you (Honey, howÂŽs it feeling? Honey, howÂŽs it feeling?) I told you
Câest toi Toutes les routes mĂšnent Ă toi Tout ce que je veux et fais Toutes les choses que je dis
Câest vrai Toutes les routes mĂšnent Ă toi Comme lâInterstate 405 (1) que je mâemprunte Chaque jour et chaque nuit Je te vois pour ce que tu es vraiment Pourquoi ces milliers de filles aiment La maniĂšre dont Bill joue de la guitare ?