Star, Star

Baby, baby, I’ve been so sad since you’ve been gone
Way back to New York City where you do belong
Honey, I missed your two tongue kisses, legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to Fun City, girl, I’m gonna make you scream all night

Honey, honey, call me on the telephone
I know you’re movin’ out to Hollywood with your can of tasty foam
All those beat up friends of mine got to get you in their books
And lead guitars and movie stars get their toes beneath your hook

Yeah, you’re a star fuc*** star fuc*** star fuc*** star fuc*** star
Yeah, a star fuc*** star fuc*** star fuc*** star fuc*** star
A star fuc*** star fuc*** star fuc*** star fuc*** star

Yeah, I heard about your Polaroids, now that’s what I call obscene
Your tricks with fruit was kinda cute, I bet you keep your pu*** clean
Honey, I miss your two tone kisses, legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to New York, girl, gonna make you scream all night

Yeah, you’re a star fuc*** star fuc*** star fuc*** star fuc*** star
Yeah, a star fuc*** star fuc*** star fuc*** star fuc*** star
A star fuc*** star fuc*** star fuc*** star fuc*** star

Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you for givin’ head to Steve McQueen
Yeah, you and me we made a pretty pair, fallin’ through the silver screen
Honey, I’m open to anything, I don’t know where to draw the line
Yeah, I’m makin’ bets that you gonna get your man John Wayne before he dies

Yeah, you’re a star fuc*** star fuc*** star fuc*** star fuc*** star
Yeah, a star fuc*** star fuc*** star fuc*** star fuc*** star
A star fuc*** star fuc*** star fuc*** star fuc*** star