The Story Of Jamie Fame Flame

The  Story  Of  Jamie  Fame  Flame  -  Kashmir

  Well  I  was  sitting  in  my  limousine  drinking  champagne,

  when  this  little  girl  knocked  on  my  door.

  She  was  crying  for  my  money  and  I  told  her:

  "Little  honey  I  don't  have  enough  I  need  more."

  She  was  poor  I  am  rich,  so  what  I  really  didn't  need  was  that  bitch.

  But  anyway  I  asked  her  to  sit  on  my  seat  so  could  mingle  I  off  her  clothes,

  and  feel  her  heart  beat.

  Everybody  knows  my  name.

  Everybody  wants  my  fame.

  There's  nobody  I  can  blame.

  Jamie  Fame  Flame,  that's  my  name.

  Next  day  in  the  paper,  I  read  about  a  raper,  a  picture  that  was  supposed  to  be  me.

  So  when  I  was  walking  down  the  stairs  and  I  didn't  seem  to  care,  I  met  this  crowd  and  they  were  shouting  at  me.

  They  were  jumping  on  my  records,  burning  all  my  pictures,  closing  down  the  fanclub,  turning  over  my  car.

  Then  I  realized  that  they  were  all  hypnotized,  and  that  I  was  no  longer  a  star.

    Everybody  hates  my  name.

  Maybe  I  should  do  the  same.

  There's  just  one  man  I  can  blame.

    Jamie  Fame  Flame,  that's  my  name.

    Then  I  woke  up  in  the  morning  in  the  middle  of  a  dessert,  I  found  myself  alone  without  clothes.

  I  was  freezing,  I  was  yawning,  then  I  met  this  little  wizard,  and  he  taught  me  how  to  sing  with  my  nose.

  We  sang  a  lot  of  songs  of  what  is  right  and  what  is  wrong,  I  felt  like  if  I  was  in  a  haze.

  And  he  took  me  to  a  cave  where  we  all  were  warm  and  safe.

  That  was  the  place  where  I  ended  my  days.

  Everybody  knew  my  name.

  Everybody  wanted  my  fame.

  There's  just  one  man  I  could  blame.

    Jamie  Fame  Flame,  was  my  name.