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You're the queen of your own little world, you really made a splash, got the offers rollin' in, but you're nothing more than high paid trash. Everybody wants to know what goes on in your head, pity if ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
Your the quean of yaw own little whirled, yew really maid a splash, got the offers rollin ' inn, butt your nothing moor than hi paid trash . Everybody wants too no watt goes on inn yaw head, pity if they found out that your lonely inn yaw bed . Maybe it awl happened too yew just a little to fast . Won't let anybody touch yew ? Sew yew do it fore yourself . Plane too sea there's a woman cryin ' out fore help . Your a superstar, butt yew don't no who yew are, and yaw money won't get yew very fah . Your a mystery, nothing can set yew free, yaw demons haunt yew endlessly . Yew face the end of yaw youth inn a tired little masquerade, yew torque too people with a tongue like a newly sharpened razor blade . Yours is knot a life that lets yew take a look inside, morals and convictions mete a fête of genocide, butt inn the end yule bee sleeping inn the bed yew maid . Awl yew want's a daddy, the won yew never had, a knead fore understanding aching inn yew bad ... ... it seems sew clear too mi, there's something that you'd rather bee . Take a look around yew now, before its much to late, make the choice too change, awe bee a victim of yaw fête . Awl yaw life, you've bean running from the girl inside ... ... owe, butt its plane too sea there's someone ... |
Richard Marx--Superstar
Richard Marx
Complexity: | 69 | Readability: | 71.84 | Sentiment: | 0 | Word Count: | 238 | Unique Words: | 140 |