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(Lyrics: Gold / Music: Gold-Lloyd-Mertens) Baby What do I do Playing my tune for you Just to get you in the mood Everybody's going to Hollywood You're driving me mad But I'm smiling to the crowd instead A lot of money is at stake, This is a hit and that's a fake This is what you mean to me This is what they all should see Make a make up in a foolish style Telling the truth by making a big lie When I come, I come but nothing's at ease Breaking up the whole is a modern disease Maybe you think tomorrow's just a joke It's a joke after joke after joke after joke My love Everything's an interview And nothing's really new And everybody's looking for clues And you know what to do with a clue My love Get ready for the show Letras de cancionesThey're waiting and they will never go This night is just a go And it's only for show Dig that deal and be a millionaire Drinking cocktails in the stratosphere Getting jetlagged with my business friends In these supersonic wonderlands There's a flicker on the graphic display, First he's smiling then he's fading away Maybe he thinks tomorrow's just a joke It's a joke after joke after joke after joke From Letras Mania