The burden of being wonderful
Why in a world of ugly facesshould I be allowed to be so hot?So many people without talentyet I was born with all the magical gifts I got.
The perfect body, the perfect faceit’s like God’s best work all in one placeBut the haters hate perfectionCan’t you see?
It’s a burden being wonderful like me.
How in a world that’s so imperfectdid I wind up with so much cool?Friends never stick around too longnever feel like they belongnext to me they feel like a fool.
I’ve got the grace of a dancer, a golden voicepeople seem to hate me like I had a choiceBeing this blessed is a lonely way to be.
It’s a burden being wonderful like me.
Like me.
So you say you wanna hang aroundDon’t ever ask me to tone it downI’m a diamond, I’m gonna shinecompared to everyone elseI’m like a whole damn diamond mine.
Oh yeah...
I’m just a Maserati in a world of Kias‘Genius’ would describe any of my ideasIf I was born in 1453Leonardo Da Vinci would be jealous of mebut a world of Stevie Wonders never see.
It’s a burden being wonderful like me.