Mama, can we listen to Superstar?
Let's go back to the way thumbs used to be.
Take me into your arms like you did when I was young.
Tell me that you love me more than all the stars in the sky, and I'll answer with all the fish in the sea.

Do I get a sticker today?
A small symbol of accomplishment for curbing a habit I'm much too old for.
Show me the ways I can make myself better, more understanding, like you.

Can I tell you my problems, mama?
Are you an avid reader that looks at the spilled ink on the pages of my open book?
Will you listen to me, and take my pain away?
Because time has certainly broken my heart.

So, mama, let's listen to Superstar.
Make things the way they used to be.
Take me back into your arms and tell me you love me more than all the stars in the sky.