Why in a world of ugly faces should I, be allowed to be so hot So many people without talent yet I was born with all the magical gifts I got. The perfect body, the perfect face it’s like god’s best work all in one place But the haters hate perfection Can’t you see. It’s a burden being wonderful like me. How in a world that’s so imperfect did I wind up with so much cool Friends never stick around too long they never feel like they belong next to me they feel like a fool. I’ve got the grace of a dancer, a golden voice people seem to hate me like I had a choice Being this blessed is a lonely way to be. It’s a burden being wonderful like me. Like me. So you say you wanna hang around don’t ever ask me to turn it down I’m a diamond I’m gonna shine compared to everyone else I’m like a whole damn diamond mine. Ohh yeah... I’m just a Maserati in a world of Kias ‘genius’ wouldn’t describe any of my ideas If I was born in 1453 Leonardo Da Vinci would be jealous of me but a world of stevie wonders would never see. It’s a burden being wonderful like me.