Letra de ' Fake Your Way To The Top ' de Dreamgirls

Thirteen years of solid gold platters
Rising cost and cocktail chatter
Fat deejays, stereophonic sound
The game of hits goes around and around
But you can fake your way to the top
'Round and around,

Try that part baby
'Round and around!

Fake your way to the top
'Round and around!
You fit right in there sweetheart!

You can fake your way to the top
'Round and around!
Shit, I knew you'd have it baby!

But it's always real, so real(always so real)
When you're comin' down!

I know what's happenin'(doo, doot, doo)
I been around(doo, doot, doo)
Faking my way(doo, doot, doo)
Through every town(doo, doot, doo)
I make my livin'(doo, doot ,doo)
Off of my sound(doo, doot, doo)
And the game of hits
Goes around, and around, and around, and around
(Round and around...)

A man gets lonely(doo, doot, doo)
Work hard on the road(doo, doot, doo)
Being away from his mama(doo, doot, doo)
And goes hangin' on(doo, doot, doo)

Time to bring up the lights
Yeah
Let's get one of this girls going to home with Jimmy tonight
Yeah
I got a nice warm bed

C'mon now who wants to sit on daddy's lap
Yeah, break it down
Hey yeah
Uh

I fake my way to the top('round and around)
Oh yeah('round and around)
I got fake my way to the top('round and around)
I fake my way to the top('round and around)
Oh yes, oh yes...

And it's always real, so real(always so real)
When you coming down
I fake my way
Yes I did
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Help me Jesus!(Help me Jesus!)
Help, help...Help me Jesus!(Help me Jesus!)

Fake my way to the top!
Uou...!