Why? In a world of ugly faces
Should I be allowed to be so hot.
So many people without talent,
Yet I was born with all the magical gifts, I got.
The perfect body, the perfect face,
It's like Gods best work all in one place.
But the haters hate perfection, can't you see?
It's the burden being wonderful like me.
How in a world that's so imperfect,
Did I wind up with so much cool?
Friends never stick around too long,
Never feel like they belong
Next to me they feel like a fool.
I got the grace of a dancer, golden voice, 
People seem to hate me like I had a choice
Being this blessed is a lonely way to be,
It's the burden being wonderful like me.. Like me.
So you say you wanna hang around
Don't ever ask me to dumb it down
I'm a diamond, I'm gonna shine
Compared to everyone else 
I'm like a whole damn diamond mine
Ohh yeah..
I'm just a Maserati in a world of Kias
Genius would describe any of my ideas
If I was born i 1453 Leonardo Da Vinci would be jealous of me
But a world of Stevie Wonders would never see
It's the burden being wonderful like me.