I know I’ve got a big ego
I really don’t know why it’s such a big deal, though
And I’m sad to the core, core, core
Everyday is a chore, chore, chore
When you feel a whole more, more
I wanna be adoredBecause I’m a primadonna girl
All I ever wanted was the world
I can’t help that I need it all
The primadonna life, the rise and fall
You say that I’m kinda difficult
But it’s always someone else’s fault
Got you wrapped around my finger, babe
You can count on me to misbehave
This is just between you and me, but when I was fourteen, I confessed to the girl I loved for a long time, and she turned me down.
I couldn’t give up. I secretly followed her when she left the school.
But, as I did so, a UFO telepathically transmitted this message to me: “STOP ACTING LIKE A STALKER.”
St-Stalker? What’s that? Is it some hip slang from the future?
“LIVE YOUR LIFE HEROICALLY. LIVE IT WITH STYLE. IF YOU LIVE HEROICALLY AND WITH STYLE…”
If I live heroically and with style, what?
“WHEN YOU GROW UP, YOU WILL DIRECT AN ANIME ABOUT GIRLS REVOLUTIONIZING VARIOUS THINGS.”