Paroles: John Waite. Gonna Be Somebody.

You spin around and turn on me
Stop me in my crash
You wanna be somebody else
Say, you won't be back

Your bourgeois friends call you, dear
Deal you like a card
Your eyes, out for the diamonds, now
Experienced and scarred

You tell me, gonna be somebody
Gonna be okay
Gonna be somebody, someday

You're moving through a different space
Where I don't belong
Elegance, gold and silver
Superficial grace

They'll pervert you, masquerade you
Pass evil, as good taste
They'll chew you up and spit you out
And put you in your place

You tell me, gonna be somebody
Gonna be okay
Gonna be somebody, someday
Gonna be somebody

Gonna be okay
Gonna be somebody, someday
Gonna be somebody
Gonna be okay

Gonna be somebody, someday
Gonna be somebody
Gonna be somebody
Gonna be somebody, someday