Superfabulous

Won't you wake me up from this

Yeah, come on

You can turn it on

Yeah, come on

Wake me up, wake me up

Wake me up, wake me up

Yeah, come on

You can turn it on

Yeah, come on

But you never really die

Flashbulbs go off in my face

Thank a small town with disgrace

Just how did it come to this

All I seen is a vacant face

It goes over and over and over and over

Yeah, it's something beautiful

Over and over, goes over and over

Yeah, still something beautiful, mystical

Used to be so beautiful

And pretty goddam truthful to

You once said that I was deep

Well, that was before I walked asleep

Won't you wake me up from this

All I need is a prince to kiss

Then my beauty'll be back mine

It's my soul, my soul I'll find

Goin' Nike, Nike, Italy, France

Romance

The situation, the situation is:

Beethoven, roll over...

It goes over and over and over and over

Yeah, it's something beautiful

Over and over, goes over and over

Yeah, still something beautiful, mystical

BT: What? I don't fuckin' think so!

Rose: I'm not kidding! ...do you think this experience will...

BT: Wait, but you flipped him off, to start with.

Rose: I don't think the rest of them knew who I was, only the driver; the group was standing back.

Bt: You flipped of the driver, who was a monk, at the Getty Museum, and then they wanted to take pictures with you?

Rose: All the rest of them did.

Stars collide and steal my fate

I'm the one they'll all embrace

I get down on my knees and pray

To think of your love some day

Silver's tarnished - blackened now

But I have faith I'll have my crown

Don't listen to sirens sing

Keep my truth I will take with me

Yeah, come on... you can turn it on

Yeah, come on... but you never really die

Yeah, come on... turn it on

Yeah, come on... but you never really die

Yeah, come on... turn it on

Yeah, come on... but you never really die

It goes over and over and over and over

Yeah, it's something beautiful

Over and over, goes over and over

Yeah, still something beautiful, mystical