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Come here... closer

Who do you... who do you think you are?

Some kind of superstar? We'll see!

Where do you... where do you think you are?

That shit won't get you far with me

You're just so dashing, you marvel at the sound

Of your own voice, as you crash into the ground

You look so perfect, but everybody knows

They're petrified to say the emperor has no clothes

So bloody perfect, but everybody knows

They're just so petrified, the emperor has no clothes

Just so you know, that's how it goes!

You're bad... you're bad for my health

Because you make me sick, you prick

Don't you know... don't you know who I am?

You know I like your face, to kick

If your lips are moving, I know you must be lying

You even suck the life out of dying

You look so perfect, but everybody knows

They're petrified to say the emperor has no clothes

So bloody perfect, but everybody knows

They're just so petrified, the emperor has no clothes

The house of cards a' falling, luck is running thin

Father forgive him, being a punk is not a sin

You look so perfect, but everybody knows

They're petrified to say the emperor has no clothes

So bloody perfect, but everybody knows

They're just so petrified, the emperor has no clothes

You look so perfect, perfect, the emperor has no clothes

So bloody perfect, perfect, the emperor has no clothes

And everybody knows... except you

Music and Lyrics – Dave Mustaine