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Geri Halliwell - Heaven & hell being geri halliwell
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(Fame costs and right here's where you start paying). 
Have a drink, alcoholic, Grab a coat, shopaholic. Grab a bite,
anorexic, Intellectual, I'm dyslexic. Feeling happy, could be gay. 
Maybe, but not today. Right or wrong, either way, Whatever.

So you think you wanna be famous. So you think you wanna
drive my car. Don't you know you've gotta be shameless.
Baby if you wanna be a star. (Oh oh, uh huh, oh oh)

I'm just a girl I wanna live forever. 
I'm gonna to learn how to fly.
 
CHORUS
Fifteen minutes, show me what you're made of. Fifteen
minutes, what are you afraid of. Seen it, done it, wanna know
the trade-off. It's heaven, it's hell, being Geri Halliwell
 
Get a job, get a car, Get a life, get a face. Get a god, get a
man, Get some love. And lose some weight. Extra extra read all about it.

So you know you wanna be famous. You keep on knocking,
but you can't get in. And once you get it, how you gonna keep
it. Don't you know it's not enough to win.

Fifteen minutes, show me what you're made of. Fifteen
minutes, what are you afraid of. Seen it, done it, wanna know
the trade-off. It's heaven, it's hell, being Geri Halliwell. 
Fifteen minutes, show 'em you can do it. Fifteen minutes, 
are you gonna screw it. Seen it, done it, is there nothing to it. 
It's heaven, it's hell, being Geri Halliwell.
 
(I just want to be loved by you)
I'm just a girl I wanna live forever. I'm gonna learn how to fly.
 
Fifteen minutes, show me what you're made of. Fifteen
minutes, what are you afraid of. Seen it, done it, wanna know
the trade-off. It's heaven, it's hell, being Geri Halliwell.
Fifteen minutes, show 'em you can do it. Fifteen minutes, 
are you onna screw it. Seen it, done it, is there nothing to it. 
It's heaven, it's hell.

The only difference between you and I (It's heaven, it's hell, yeah). 
Is you get deadlines and I get headlines (It'sheaven,it's hell,yeah).
And you know what, you're so hip it hurts (being Geri Halliwell).
(You like me, you really really like me)

Get the job, get the car, get the money, Get the looks, get the
scale, get the right weight. Except when I've got PMS which is
like today! Why don't I just shut the ---- up. Does my bum
look fat, no just don't mention the fat word. You know I just
want someone to kiss me. Without selling it to the paper. Extra
extra read all about it.