Charted: 1987 Peaked at #3 Manhattan -- 50079 From the album "Richard Marx" B-Side "The Flame Of Love"
Welcome to the big time You're bound to be a star Even if you don't go all the way I know that you'll go far
This race is for rats It can turn you upside down Ain't no one you can count on In this sleazy little town Oh, no
Lots of promises in the dark Don't you open your heart
Chorus: 'Cause, it don't mean nothing The words that they say No, it don't mean nothing These games that people play No, it don't mean nothing No victim, no crime No, it don't mean nothing 'Til you sign it on the dotted line
The director smiles As you walk in the door He says I love your work, babe But, you're just not what we're looking for It's never what But, who it is you know So easy to get stuck In all that California snow
Take a good look around and you'll find People trying to mess with your mind
Chorus
Hollywood can be so lonely Make you the winner of a losing fight Party is never over The stars are always shining Doesn't matter if it's day or night
The producer says Let me change a line or two And a little bit of something Can look awfully good to you And you wanna scream But, you gotta keep it all inside When you're trying to make a living There ain't no such thing as pride Oh, no
Lots of promises in the dark Don't you open your heart
Chorus
Don't mean nothing Don't mean nothing Don't mean nothing Don't mean nothing at all
Don't mean nothing Don't mean nothing Don't mean nothing Don't mean nothing at all