Back in school you were high class Didn't say much to me Johnny said on the outside You were his beauty queen I remember the old days I remember the week When you looked at me that way Took me off of my feet Its how I'll be Making my melody Mess in my memory Daddy said you were the only one You were the rising star Sure to go far Some kind of superstar But its now I see What this has made of me A mess in my memory Of incomplete and done Its how I'll be Making my melody A mess in my memory Of beauty queens and... Some kind of superstar