The Fame歌词

It breaks like glass, but not in your hand
Shoot you down right where you stand
And it don't care for what you wear
or which way you might sway
It calls you up, but not on the phone
And it will drag you from your throne
And you may laugh while you sit there sipping your champagne
And may I laugh at your dispair sniffing your *******
I'm a man of choice in an old Rolls Royce
And I'm howling at the moon
Is my happening to deafening for you? For you?
It's maybe the fame
It's forgotten your name
The tears you cried you never did explain
And I remain, blowing through you like a hurricane
It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame

It will not fall, not from the sky
And it don't eat no humble pie
And you may have your quiet life
But I bet you don't know why
It made you a mess, you didn't believe
You still don't know what makes me breathe
And may I laugh at your dispair while you're sniffing your *******
Is this happening to deafening for you? For you?
Forgotten your name