Alright, Mr. Demille lyrics

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!