Year Two Thousand Lyrics - The Last Of The Great 20th Century Composers - Princess Superstar

(J. Forte, C. Kirschner, C. Webster) 

Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) 

Bass: Concetta DrumsKeys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta 

Princess Superstar's year to make a million women and men scream and cry 

through the millennium 

All up in 'em comin off like deep impact in your drawers because 

This hootchie mommy's booty makes Donald Trump look poor 

Like Dionne Warwick I'll predict your future trick super kicks 

You will listen to this, buy this, 95 cents a damn minute 

Admit it, when you were on monkey bars you thought there'd be candy bars, 

Marquee stars 

Emblazoned up with your name in it 

Maybe you need to shoot me into outer space 'cause I don't belong here 

Not in this place not in this atmosphere 

You can take your Palm air Range Rover bitch Plastic tit politics 

And pay it in ducats to the Corrupt Conglomerate 

Fuck it I Don't need to party like it's 1999 'cause by that time, the next day at 9:00 

That kid'll be working for me bright and early 

Waxin for me, Filin taxes for me-- suckin dick for me 

What did you dream, what did you dream you'd be? 

Are you where you wanna be? 

2G, Kick it off 

I was gonna be a scientist with more dough 

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