Alright, Mr. DeMille Songtext / Lyric

alright, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up

I've been steady out of focus now for long enough

don't talk about my heyday being way, way over

just a touch of make-up here and I'm off



I'm gonna be loved

I'm gonna be loved



L.O.V.E.D.



you fake it till you make it and you fake it some more then

a thing Monroe's a pretty good example of

in front of Miller and DiMaggio and millions of men

she ate her cake and she got stuffed



I wanna be loved

I wanna be loved






it's my way or no way

or else I just won't play

but I need direction

a bit of direction

set clear and everyone quiet, please

camera, lights and action!



it was too late to be selected as a Brat Pack actor

thank God for Missy Moore I never got the job

I could have beat her ass easy at a weeping contest

now the gloves are coming off because



I wanna be loved

I wanna be loved



it's my way or no way

or else I just won't play

but I need direction

a bit of direction

set clear and everyone quiet, please

camera, lights and action!