My god sits in the back of the limousine
My god comes in a wrapper of cellophane
My god pouts on the cover of the magazine
My god's a shallow little b**h trying to make the scene
I have arrived and this time you should believe the hype
I listened to everyone now I know that everyone was right
I'll be there for you as long as it works for me
I play a game
It's called insincerity
Starf**ers
Starf**ers
Starf**ers, Inc.
Starf**ers
I am every f**ing thing and just a little more
I sold my soul but don't you dare call me a who*e
And when I s** you off not a drop will go to waste
It's really not so bad you know once you get past the taste, yeah
(Ass kisser)
Starf**ers
Starf**ers
Starf**ers, Inc.
Starf**ers
All our pain
How did we ever get by without you?
You're so vain
I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you?
Don't you?
Don't you?
Don't you?
Now I belong I'm one of the chosen ones
Now I belong I'm one of the beautiful ones