You and I, we want to ride the ocean
You and me, we want to sail the stars
You superglue me to a new emotion
Mend the pieces of my broken heart
And I dissolve into a kind of limbo
When I watch you on a VCR
Like Al Pacino or a young De Niro
I'm gonna pin your face on my bedroom wall
'Cause you're my superstar
You're my ecstasy
You've got me falling apart
You're just a fantasy
That's no good for me
Come on and take a piece of my heart
You tell the rain to stay away forever
You tell the sky to dry its eyes tonight
And I'll be watching you through heavy weather
I'll be the friend who is at the end of the telescopic sight
'Cause you're my superstar
You're my ecstasy
You've got me falling apart
You're just a fantasy
That's no good for me
Come on and take a piece of my heart
Watch it fall apart
Watch it fall apart
Watch it fall apart
You're my superstar
You're my ecstasy
You've got me falling apart
You're just make believe
You're no good for me
Come on and take a piece of my heart
Yeah we can be together
Sleep forever
Come on let's run
Yeah we can sleep forever
Be together
Come on let's rot
I'M SORRY. I'm sorry. It's just that he won't stop writing gay songs, and I can't just say "WHATEVER, JUST ASSUME THEY'RE ALL THAT WAY" like I would with Erasure or the Pet Shop Boys, because Brett Anderson is not that queer. So I have to keep adding them, because each is a little surprise. And Queerics is turning into Gay Suede Central. Dammit!
I would like to note, however, that he's comparing his superstar to men instead of women here, so...