george michael
idol
He was a light star Tripping on a high wire Bulldog stubborn, born uneven A classless creature, a man for all seasons But don't bet them They can't take him To the very bottom Because they made him and they'll waste him And I don't believe that I want to watch them `Cause the fifties shifted out of gear He was an idol then, now he's an idol here But his face has changed, he's not the same no more And I have to say that I like the way his music sounded before He was tight-assed Walking on broken glass Highly prized in the wallet size The number one crush in a schoolgirl's eyes But don't pretend that it won't end In the depth of your despair You went from lame suits right down to tennis shoes To peanuts from the lion's share