Sweetbox - Superstar

Superstar

Mr. Big Stuff, you're gonna hate me

Mr. Big Shot, you're gonna suffer

Mr. Big Stuff, you're gonna learn your place

I used to think quite a lot of you

Wished I could do all the things you do

But honey, I've seen the light

You've never been on a movie screen

Hollywood you have never seen

But you think you're too good for me

No no no no

Who the hell you think you are

No no, you're not a superstar

No no no no

Who the hell you think you are

No no, you're not a superstar

You walk around like you're Brad Pitt

Don't even know that you're full of shit

There are no billboards of you

So tonight, honey, say your prayers

You're gonna hate me but I don't care

Â?cause now it's your turn to cry

No no no no

Who the hell you think you are

No no, you're not a superstar

No no no no

Who the hell you think you are

No no, you're not a superstar

Late at night when you close your eyes

You'll see me

who do you think you are

You're not a superstar, no

Mr. Big Stuff, you're gonna hate me

Mr. Big Shot, you're gonna suffer

Mr. Big Stuff, you're gonna learn your place

No no no no

Who the hell you think you are

No no, you're not a superstar

No no no no

This time you really went too far

No no, you're not a superstar