Starlight open wide, starlight open up you door
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This is New York calling with movies on the street
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Movies with real people, what you get is what you see
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Starlight open wide, Andy's Cecil B. DeMille
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Come on L.A. give us a call
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We've got superstars who talk, they'll do anything at all
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Ingrid, Viva, Little Joe, Baby Jane, and Eddie S.
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But you better call us soon before we talk ourselves to death
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Starlight open wide everybody is a star
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Split screen 8-hour movies, we've got color, we've got sound
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Won't you recognize us, we're everything you hate
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Andy loves old Hollywood movies, he'll scare you hypocrites to death
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You know that shooting up's for real
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That person who's screaming, that's the way he really feels
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We're all improvising, five movies in a week
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If Hollywood doesn't call us, we'll be sick
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Starlight open wide, do to movies what you did to art
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Can you see beauty in ugliness, or is it playing in the dirt
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There are stars out on the New York streets, we want to capture them on film
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But if no one wants to see them, we'll make another and another
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Starlight let us in that magic room
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We've all dreamt of Hollywood, it can't happen too soon
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Won't you give us a million dollars the rent is due
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And will give you 2 movies and a painting
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Starlight open wide !
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Starlight
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| Lou Reed |
