Why in a world of ugly faces
should I, be allowed to be so hot
So many people without talent
yet I was born with all the magical gifts I got.
The perfect body, the perfect face
it’s like god’s best work all in one place
But the haters hate perfection
Can’t you see.
It’s a burden being wonderful like me.
How in a world that’s so imperfect
did I wind up with so much cool
Friends never stick around too long
they never feel like they belong
next to me they feel like a fool.
I’ve got the grace of a dancer, a golden voice
people seem to hate me like I had a choice
Being this blessed is a lonely way to be.
It’s a burden being wonderful like me.
Like me.
So you say you wanna hang around
don’t ever ask me to turn it down
I’m a diamond I’m gonna shine
compared to everyone else
I’m like a whole damn diamond mine.
Ohh yeah...
I’m just a Maserati in a world of Kias
‘genius’ wouldn’t describe any of my ideas
If I was born in 1453 Leonardo Da Vinci would be jealous of me
but a world of stevie wonders would never see.
It’s a burden being wonderful like me.