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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 toned 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 gloves And lead guitars and movie stars get in the tub and get your hood. |
Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star. Yeah, I heard about you Polaroid's, now that's what I call obscene, your tricks with fruit was kind a cute, I bet you keep your pussy 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 fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star, |
a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star. Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you for givin' head to Steve McQueen, yeah, you and me we made a pretty pair, ballin' 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 don't get John Wayne before he dies. Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star. |
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