Super Girl
When i feel all alone
And nobody knows
Still got a smile for awhile
I cant let it show
Dry my tears, have no fears
And when im backstage feeling down
And the lights come on
No time to worry
Gotta Hurry,Gotta sing my song
GOtta shake it off, and Strike a pose
Snap my fingers just like that
Dont get what i want and thats a fact
Snap my fingers just like that
Dont get what i want, just cus i want it
Im super cool, super hot
Livin like a rockstar
You think im super
You think im super
On the cover of your magazine
Whereever i go they make a scene
Im super super, im super duper
So you wanna be just like
So you wanna be just like
Me, you wanna be just like me
Everybodys watching me
(cant understand this line)
Super Super,be super super girl
When i walk in the room
Everybody stops
Cameras Flashing, People Fighting
For the best shot
They like my hair, clothes i wear
Everybody wants to know what im doing next
Sometimes i wish i could stay home
Just be by myself
I wanna be, walking free
cant you see
Snap my fingers just like that
Dont get what i want and thats a fact
Snap my fingers just like that
Dont get what i want, just cus i want it
CHORUS
Wish you could see out
Like everybody else
Struggling to let go
And always be myself
CHORUS
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