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Teksty: Mick Jagger. She's The Boss. Lonely At The Top.

Lonely-lonely-lonely-lonely
God knows you're ambitious, see you push so hard.
You want to get to the top of the heap
from sunset boulevard.
Oh, it leads small-town girls astray.
Oh, it leads small-town girls astray.
'Cause it's lonely, lonely at the top.
Baby it's hot!
It's lonely, lonely at the top. Baby it's hot.
They're going to tear your soul away.
Theater is deserted and the boards are bare.
You're neht up for the reading and you're feeling scared.
Oh, but you really want the part so bad.
Yeah, go on show them how a star should act.
Yeah it's loneli, lonely at the top.
Baby ti's hot. Yeah, it's lonely, lonely at the top.
Baby it's hot. They're going to tear your soul away.

You could be a doctor, you could be a nurse.
There's no time to rehearse.
You work as a waitress, you clean up the bar.
But soon you'll be noticed. You'll be a star!
You get your nomination, your heart's beating fast.
Yes and the winner is you! You won the prize at last.
Oh, it leads small-town girls astray.
Oh, it leads small-town girls astray.
'Cause it's lonely, lonely at the top.
Yeah baby it's hot. They're going to strip your soul away.
It's lonely-lonely-it's lonely-
You get Hungry-you get thirsty-you know you get thirsty...