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
(a**kisser)
starf**ers
starf**ers
starf**ers, inc.
starf**ers
all our pain
how did you think we'd 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