Superstar

You're the queen of your own little world, You really made a splash. Got the offers rolling in, but you're nothing more Than high-paid trash. Everybody wants to know what goes on in your Head. Pity if they found out that you're lonely In your bed. Maybe it all happened to you just a little Too fast. Won't let anybody touch you, so you do it For yourself. Plain to see there's a woman crying out for Help. You're superstar, but you don't know who you Are. Your money won't get you very far. You're mystery. Nothing has set you free. Your demons haunt you endlessly, Yeah. You waste the end of your youth in a Tired little masquerade. You talk to people with a tongue like a Newly sharpened razor blade. Yours is not a life unless you take a Look inside. Morals and convictions mean a fatal Genocide. But in the end, you'll be sleeping in the Bed you made. All you want's a daddy, the one you never Had. There's a need for understanding lurking in Your past. You're superstar, but you don't know who You are. Your money won't get you very far. You're a mystery. It seems so clear to me. There's someone that you'd rather be, Yeah, ooh. Take a look around you now before it's much Too late. Make the choice to change or be a victim Of your fate. All your life, you've been running from the girl Inside. Oh, yeah. You're a superstar, but you don't know who you Are. And your fame won't get you very far. You're a mystery. Oh, but it's plain to see, yeah. There's someone that you'd rather be. You're a superstar. Ooh, and your money won't get you very far. Yeah, you're a mystery, And it's plain to me, yeah. There's someone that you'd rather be, Yeah.