Letras
I could tell you were an only child
I could see it from a million miles
You talk about life like it's only suffice is
To cater to you in the wild
Wow
I could tell you were a spoiled brat
Wearing the runway with your Yankees hat
To be honest, I do not know how I feel about that
So, as a matter of fact
The hand you're dealt belongs to daddy
Are you really happy?
Will you let me know if you're feeling sexy
When you fly directly?
When you order caviar
Do you eat it cold?
Will you save me a seat?
Cause I'm getting ready to be
A super fucking mega star
Super fucking mega star
Super fucking mega star
Naked girls and new guitars
Super fucking mega star
I know I can be a bitter bitch
But I'm not pretending to be perfect
I just need a motherfucking song to stick
And some salt to lick
I've never felt so catty-cathy
And guess what?
I'm still not happy
Will you let me know if you're feeling sexy
When you fly directly?
When you order caviar
Do you eat it cold?
Will you save me a seat?
Cause I'm getting ready to be
A super fucking mega star
Super fucking mega star
Super fucking mega star
Naked girls and new guitars
Super fucking mega star
Super fucking mega star
Super fucking mega star
Naked girls and new guitars
Super fucking mega star
Mega star
Mega star
Mega star
Super fucking mega star
Mega star
Mega star
Mega star
Super fucking mega star