Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone
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Way back to New York City
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Where you do belong
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Honey, I missed your two-tongue kisses
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Legs wrapped around me tight
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If I ever get back to Fun City, girl
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I'm gonna make you scream all night
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Honey, honey, call me on the telephone
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I know you're movin' out to Hollywood
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With your can of tasty foam
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All those beat up friends of mine
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Got to get you in their books
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And lead guitars and movie stars
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Get their tongues beneath your hood
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Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
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Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
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A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star
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Yeah, I heard about you Polaroid's
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Now that's what I call obscene
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Your tricks with fruit was kind a cute
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I bet you keep your pussy clean
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Honey, I miss your two tongue kisses
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Legs wrapped around me tight
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If I ever get back to New York, girl
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Gonna make you scream all night
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Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
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Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
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A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star
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Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you
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For givin' head to Steve McQueen
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Yeah, and me we made a pretty pair
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Fallin' through the Silver Screen
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Honey, I'm open to anything
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I don't know where to draw the line
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Yeah, I'll make bets that you're gonna get
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John Wayne before he dies
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Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
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Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
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A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star
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Yes you are
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A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star
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Star Star
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| Rolling Stones |
