Of course we can see From the lipstick that's used From even the wig that sits That's all we see of you I've done it among the many who
From paint to health Bricka-brack fashion Giving you the talk back Giving you the buzz It's called a feedback
It's fierce It's not from above It's fierce
Tell my friends, they're all potential They're all potential godsends I feel that this is me coming You'll never meet me
Oh young and pure An inward girl A simple shape and mind A no mans land
A chosen ground A sitting for the sign Sashed and shorn Hallowed be her name
Saying, "No, I don't want to talk anymore" Is the prerogative of the superstar I say no all the time I'm super, so are you, say no
Tell my friends they're all potential They're all potential godsends I feel that this is me coming You'll never meet me
The message clear For weak and strong He takes no pleasure in your pain The face is distant death
Saying, "No, I don't want to talk anymore" Is the prerogative of the superstar Put yourself on the line Stay super, say you, say no
Tell my friends they're all potential They're all potential godsends I feel that this is me coming Tell them they'll never meet me