i m getting too used to this way of life fame is a baby she rocks me at night far from the cold and the brash city lights we purchase from sorrow a moment s respite and each time you smile i know i would follow you a country mile for all that i m chasing is worthless and vile i was a backwater girl home most nights that was before i saw my name in lights stardom and squalor were not dreams of mine but i ve seen the hollywood sign now and how it shines but when you smile i swear i would follow you a country mile please save me before i do things that aren t worth my while