Russell Crowe

Point me in the direction of some well-deserved attention

'Cause my inhibitions are gone tonight, self-esteem's too high to mention

I should be a star by now, can you tell what gives?

I want to talk to you about my opinions, tell me where you live

I walk with a purpose, make the bouncers nervous

Just said something sexist, but I'll blame it on the bourbon

You want to talk about my temper and you tell me it's not healthy

I want to know, how come if you're so smart

If you're so smart, how come you're not wealthy?

And my dear, I'm still here, the same boy you've always known