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!