Superstar
"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 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 ... Cryin' out for help



You're a superstar, but you don't know who you are

And your money won't get you very far

You're a mystery, nothing can set you free

Your demons haunt you endlessly



You face 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 that lets you take a look inside

Morals and convictions meet a fate of 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 ... Achin' in you bad



You're a superstar, but you don't know who you are

And your money won't get you very far

You're a mystery, it seems so clear to me

There's something that you'd rather be



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



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 ...

And your money won't get you very far

You're a mystery, and it's plain to me yeah

There's someone that you'd rather be ...." SUPERSTAR : Richard Marx

(c) 1991 Chi-Boy Music ASCAP