Letra de Superstar - Richard Marx
Letra de canci�n de Superstar de Richard Marx lyrics
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,
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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 you bad...
...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...
...oh, but it�s plain to see there�s someone...
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,
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/superstar-richard-marx.php
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 you bad...
...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...
...oh, but it�s plain to see there�s someone...
