Superstar

Teach me how to sing, they'd say, so I can be a star

Do some harmonies and look impressed by my guitar

They didn't want to hear me, they'd rather I stay down

It didn't make them feel big, to see me wear the crown

I'm sick of being a man bag

a fun accessory, but it's no fun for me

Drawn to the light they want to burn as bright

It's time to turn the tables, You with me, are you able?

If you're not like those ones then this is how it's done

If you're happy in my sun, catch a tan and cheer me on