Testo di Superstar

Superstar It's so hard to hang with you Superstar No one loves you like you do If you're gonna die, I'll kill you A silver glitter sword and heavy metal boots Dropping out in style like a celebrity Mind your vanity Coming up for air with a cigarette Cold sweats, the shakes and vodka sex Warming up to people, you used to hate Work your poverty When ya' come around I ain't gonna be there