My baby used to dance underneath my architecture
To the Houses of the Holy
Smoking on them cigarettes
My baby used to dance underneath my architecture
He was cool as heck
He was cool as heck

But you were so obsessed with writing the next best American record
But there was nothing left by the time we got to bed
Baby that’s a shame
You were so obsessed with writing the next best American record
You did it all for fame
You did it all for fame

You did it all for fame
Tell me how it treats you now
You did it all for fame
How does that taste coming out
You did it all for fame
Baby, how's life treating you now
It's over

My baby used to dance underneath my architecture
He was seventies in spirit; nineties in his frame of mind
My baby used to dance underneath my architecture
We lost track of space
We lost track of time

But you were so obsessed with writing the next best American record
But there was nothing left by the time we got to bed
Baby that’s a shame
You were so obsessed with writing the next best American record
You did it all for fame
You did it all for fame
(You know what I'm talking about)

You did it all for fame
Tell me how it treats you now
You did it all for fame
How does that taste coming out
Now that you lost the game
Honey, how's life treating you now
That it's over
Baby, how you feeling now
That I told you
We're through

It's you
All the roads lead to you
Everything I want and do
All the things that I say
It's true
All the roads lead to you
Like the 405 I drive through
Everynight and everyday
Ah, ah
I see you for who you really are
Why the thousands of girls
Love the way Bill plays guitar
Ah, ah

You did it all for fame
Tell me how it treats you now
You did it all for fame
How does that taste coming out
You did it all for fame
Honey, how you feeling now
That it's over
Baby, how's life treating you now
That I told you

Honey, how is it feeling now?
(Honey, how's it feeling?, Honey, how's it feeling?)
I told you
(Honey, how's it feeling?, Honey, how's it feeling?)
I told you