(Chorus) I used to be a regular girl; ooh. I used to live like everyone else; yeah. I used to think that was the way it was meant to be; but I was so wrong!
I was always meant to be a star; people cheering at the sound of my name, paying big bucks to see me perform, watch my movies or buy my CDs. But I really have to give it up to the people back home. 'Cause...
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I got people on my back saying all this wack stuff. Cameras in my face—they won't leave me alone. Paparazzi everywhere, news reporters on my door step. Tourists over here and tourists over there. Always wanting an autograph and a photo or two.
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Now I'm walkin' down the street; nobody notices me. It was all just a dream, And that's cool to me!