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 toes beneath your hook.
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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 your 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 tone kisses
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legs wrapped around me tight
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If I ever get back to New York gir,
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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'm makin' bets that you gonna get
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your man before he dies
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John Wayne
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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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Star Star
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