I shall be having many irons in the fire

My fans, I shall never ever tire

They shall recognise me, even if I am far

Once I become a star

Selfies clicking, lipgloss popping, clickety pop

Once they see me, due to Felicity, they shall hop

I shall get down from a grandeur car

Once I become a star

I shall sing a melody, and like the wind I'll dance

I shall go on a Holiday to find love in France

My heart will be like how honey is in a jar

Once I become a star

Everyone shall know my name; I'll have fame

And I'll go on with my hypnotic game

I'll have shindigs in an expensive bar

Once I become a star

But, all I want, all I need, all I desire

is only to be burning and spreading like fire

I wish to live as free as a falcon without stress

And live a life without drama or paparazzi-mess

If I don't get that wish fulfilled, I'll be a bourgeois

Even if I become a star