E B Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been goneE Way back to New York CityB Where you do belongA Honey, I missed your two tongue kissesE Legs wrapped around me tightB If I ever get back to Fun City, girlA E I'm gonna make you scream all nightE B Honey, honey, call me on the telephoneE I know you're movin' out to HollywoodB With your can of tasty foamA All those beat up friends of mineE Got to get you in their booksB And lead guitars and movie starsB E Get their toes beneath your hookB A E Yeah, you're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, starA E B Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, starA E B Star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, starE Yeah, I heard about you Polaroid'sB Now that's what I call obsceneE Your tricks with fruit was kind a cuteB I bet you keep your pussy cleanA Honey, I miss your two tone kissesE Legs wrapped around me tightB If I ever get back to New York, girlA E Gonna make you scream all nightB A E Yeah, you're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, starA E B Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, starA E B Star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, starB Yes you are, yes you are, yes you are (break)E Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with youB For givin' head to Steve McQueenE Yeah, you and me we made a pretty pairB Fallin' through the silver screenA Honey, I'm open to anythin'E I don't know where to draw the lineB Yeah, I'm makin' bets that you gonna getA E John Wayne before he diesB A E Yeah, you're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, starA E B Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, starA E B Star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, starA B Yeah, you're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, starA B Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, starA B Star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
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