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