Oh, baby just wants to be a
R o c k s t a r
someday.
He wants to coax a new name
for perfection out of guitar strings
and hear his name praises by thousands.
Maybe one day I'll be lucky enough
to hear his latest hit on the radio
in the not so far off future,
and be able to say 'that one's about me.'
(because we all know romance and rebellion
are the fodder of the musical elite.)
I've seen the look in his eyes
when he get lost rhythmic hooks and melodies-
he's faciant/ed(ing).
He's just another boy with a pipe dream,
but baby's got so much passion
deep inside that I know that one day
I'll be saying
'that boy was mine
before he was a rock god.'
I hope he remembers me when he's a star.