Although I've been here before You've got that thing I can't ignore It's on the surface. I know it's shallow and it's vain But I love it just the same; It gives me purpose Let me love you unconsciously While you're on your way there I want to sleep with you And your entourage Tonight London, Paris and Milan You're just waiting for a man To be exotic You're a baby, you're a punk, I only love you when I'm drunk I'm alcoholic You've got a Tiffany keyring, You've got no keys, no home I want to live with you And your entourage All right! You're famous, they're famous We stand in rooms where nothing can be said And nothing can be heard You were famous for your fame, And now you're drowning in champagne Hey, how you doing? Did you take her to your club? Did you claim to be in love While you were screwing? Now we're through with morality, Can I sleep with your wife? I want to be like you And your entourage Tonight I want to be like you And your entourage All right.