Star

Maybe he doesn't love me
He's just trying to get in my pants
Hasn't asked how I've been lately
It's not on the cards that there's a romance

Perhaps my last guy
Was a bit shady
With a paradoxical stance
There was that slang to his rhythm
And the way he got into my pants.

Now there is no-one left to fancy
Except for an Internet romance
And it doesn't seem so important
That he's confessed that he can't dance

Because he's a hundred thousand miles away
And would he walk that far
Just to be with a girl who sleeps all day
Who would otherwise be a star
She would otherwise be a star
Yes she would
She'd otherwise be a star.