richard marx
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 A need for understanding Aching in your head  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 There's someone that you'd rather be