When you wake up in the morning and you stroke your hand through your hair. And you go to look in the mirror, but there’s nothing really there.

Darling darling superstar. Darling darling superstar.

So you went to live in the expensive part of town. In a flat on the twenty seventh floor.
Since your way up, it’s been a long way down.
And everything seems such a bore.
You used to drive around in fancy cars. Hang around all the cafe’s and bars. You never got to bed before eight. Was it so hard to stand up straight?

Darling darling superstar. Darling darling superstar.

I remember you from a long time back. And the way you used to be. You filled some up, you sucked some out. Your vampire mentality.
Your last role when you played the burglar cat.
Just creeping inside the magicians flat. Just to take a peek inside his hat. It was said that, oh, curiosity killed the cat.

Darling darling superstar, Darling darling superstar.
Darling darling superstar, Darling darling superstar. You are...