There’s a feeling of mediocrity,
And perhaps inferiority,
Gnawing at the core of the majority.
But I’m of the minority,
Blessed with superiority.
And for that I’m not too sorrity.
There’s a feeling of mediocrity,
And perhaps inferiority,
Gnawing at the core of the majority.
But I’m of the minority,
Blessed with superiority.
And for that I’m not too sorrity.