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Wistful for disco
We get a little misty remembering
Menundo
And all those old pros
The Bay City Rollers and Pinky
Tuscadero
It must be our breeding
Call us like cattle, we come
stampeding
To the new romantics
Everbody wants a love titantic
And Tiger Beat keeps us on cue
It's true
We were born to worship someone
It's true, I do
Yeah, yeah, You
You are my superstar
And they know who You are
You're never fading
Yeah, You
You are the only One by far
Because You are never changing
Jacksons, Osmonds
Got digested by the cult that caused
them
Abba, Poison
Oh how the mighty, the mighty have
fallen
Though You fell out of fashion
And You never made the cover
Of a rag like Parader
I could never love another
When I tasted the bread
And I tasted of the wine
I went blind to everything but how
You shine
You are my Superstar
You are my Superstar
You are my Superstar
You are my Superstar
As written in insert from the CD International Anthems for the Human Race