Superstar~by~Taylor Swift
This is wrong but
I can't help but feel like
There ain't nothing mais right babe
Misty morning comes again and I can't
Help but wish I could see your face
And I knew from the first note played I'd be breaking all my rules to see you
You smile that beautiful smile
And all the girls in the front row scream your name
So dim that spotlight, tell me things like
I can't take my eyes off of you
I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl
Who's desperately in amor with you
Give me a photograph to hang on my wall
Superstar
Good morning loneliness
Comes around when I'm not dreaming about you
When my world wakes up today you'll be in another town
And I knew when I saw your face I'd be
Counting down the ways to see you
And you smile that beautiful smile
And all the girls in the front row scream your name
So dim that spotlight, tell me things like
I can't take my eyes off of you
I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl
Who's desperately in amor with you
Give me a photograph to hang on my wall
Superstar
You played in bars, you play guitar
And I'm invisible and everyone knows who you are
And you'll never see, you sing me to sleep
Every night from the radio
So dim that spotlight, tell me things like
I can't take my eyes off of you
I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl
Who's desperately in amor with you
Give me a photograph to hang on my wall
Superstar
Sweet, sweet superstar
Superstar
(remind you of someone?)
This is wrong but
I can't help but feel like
There ain't nothing mais right babe
Misty morning comes again and I can't
Help but wish I could see your face
And I knew from the first note played I'd be breaking all my rules to see you
You smile that beautiful smile
And all the girls in the front row scream your name
So dim that spotlight, tell me things like
I can't take my eyes off of you
I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl
Who's desperately in amor with you
Give me a photograph to hang on my wall
Superstar
Good morning loneliness
Comes around when I'm not dreaming about you
When my world wakes up today you'll be in another town
And I knew when I saw your face I'd be
Counting down the ways to see you
And you smile that beautiful smile
And all the girls in the front row scream your name
So dim that spotlight, tell me things like
I can't take my eyes off of you
I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl
Who's desperately in amor with you
Give me a photograph to hang on my wall
Superstar
You played in bars, you play guitar
And I'm invisible and everyone knows who you are
And you'll never see, you sing me to sleep
Every night from the radio
So dim that spotlight, tell me things like
I can't take my eyes off of you
I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl
Who's desperately in amor with you
Give me a photograph to hang on my wall
Superstar
Sweet, sweet superstar
Superstar
(remind you of someone?)
1. you look up pictures of the person all the time.
2. you can't stop thinking of the person.
3. you dream about marrying the person.
4. you drool everytime you watch them sing.
5. you have a giggle fit everytime they take their camisa off.
6. you have a million pictures of the person.
7. you want to meet the person mais then anything.
8. you know their songs por heart.
9. you dream of beijar them.
10. You want to kill anybody who makes fun of that person.
11. You watch vídeos with that person in it all the time.
12. You have them as your icon.
13. you would die for them.
2. you can't stop thinking of the person.
3. you dream about marrying the person.
4. you drool everytime you watch them sing.
5. you have a giggle fit everytime they take their camisa off.
6. you have a million pictures of the person.
7. you want to meet the person mais then anything.
8. you know their songs por heart.
9. you dream of beijar them.
10. You want to kill anybody who makes fun of that person.
11. You watch vídeos with that person in it all the time.
12. You have them as your icon.
13. you would die for them.
por ~PMElfman
My coração bled
when I found out
man of my dreams
without a doubt
now he's married
to Bridget Fonda;
a man the size
of an anaconda.
His hair so red
his eyes so hazel
lullaby in cama
the voice of an angel
with a devilish smile
he is so divine
and a little bit wild
I wish he were mine.
Some call it
obsession
I like to call it
a confession
for what I love,
this infection
of harmony from above.
(I got this of the deviantart site)