| Song | Stars |
| Artist | The Indelicates |
| Album | American Demo |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I’m in love with the boy next door | |
| He treats me like a filthy whore | |
| I give him everything he wants | |
| For nothing in return. | |
| We drive out to the hills and lie | |
| Beneath the dark’ning twilit sky | |
| And how I love the knowledge that | |
| I’ll never ever learn. | |
| And the stars don’t shine for me and you | |
| They shine no matter what we do | |
| And every day is shorter than the last. | |
| For all the years in bedrooms lost | |
| In you I calculate the cost | |
| Of never staking my claim to the stars. | |
| I give you head and cook your tea | |
| You make my daddy weep for me | |
| I smile each time you hurt me | |
| For you’re really hurting him. | |
| I’m Joan of Arc, Ophelia, the Other Mrs Rochester | |
| A monument torn down and wrent | |
| From limb to aching limb. | |
| Chorus | |
| And the stars don’t shine for me and you | |
| Even though I’d like them to | |
| And you are just an actor in my heart | |
| The story will play to the end | |
| And you will never comprehend | |
| Just how well you have taken to your part | |
| I conjure up a single tear | |
| The people look like ants from here | |
| The distant buzz of endless passing cars | |
| And gazing at eternity | |
| The only one who counts is me | |
| And we shall see our logo on the stars… |
| I' m in love with the boy next door | |
| He treats me like a filthy whore | |
| I give him everything he wants | |
| For nothing in return. | |
| We drive out to the hills and lie | |
| Beneath the dark' ning twilit sky | |
| And how I love the knowledge that | |
| I' ll never ever learn. | |
| And the stars don' t shine for me and you | |
| They shine no matter what we do | |
| And every day is shorter than the last. | |
| For all the years in bedrooms lost | |
| In you I calculate the cost | |
| Of never staking my claim to the stars. | |
| I give you head and cook your tea | |
| You make my daddy weep for me | |
| I smile each time you hurt me | |
| For you' re really hurting him. | |
| I' m Joan of Arc, Ophelia, the Other Mrs Rochester | |
| A monument torn down and wrent | |
| From limb to aching limb. | |
| Chorus | |
| And the stars don' t shine for me and you | |
| Even though I' d like them to | |
| And you are just an actor in my heart | |
| The story will play to the end | |
| And you will never comprehend | |
| Just how well you have taken to your part | |
| I conjure up a single tear | |
| The people look like ants from here | |
| The distant buzz of endless passing cars | |
| And gazing at eternity | |
| The only one who counts is me | |
| And we shall see our logo on the stars |
| I' m in love with the boy next door | |
| He treats me like a filthy whore | |
| I give him everything he wants | |
| For nothing in return. | |
| We drive out to the hills and lie | |
| Beneath the dark' ning twilit sky | |
| And how I love the knowledge that | |
| I' ll never ever learn. | |
| And the stars don' t shine for me and you | |
| They shine no matter what we do | |
| And every day is shorter than the last. | |
| For all the years in bedrooms lost | |
| In you I calculate the cost | |
| Of never staking my claim to the stars. | |
| I give you head and cook your tea | |
| You make my daddy weep for me | |
| I smile each time you hurt me | |
| For you' re really hurting him. | |
| I' m Joan of Arc, Ophelia, the Other Mrs Rochester | |
| A monument torn down and wrent | |
| From limb to aching limb. | |
| Chorus | |
| And the stars don' t shine for me and you | |
| Even though I' d like them to | |
| And you are just an actor in my heart | |
| The story will play to the end | |
| And you will never comprehend | |
| Just how well you have taken to your part | |
| I conjure up a single tear | |
| The people look like ants from here | |
| The distant buzz of endless passing cars | |
| And gazing at eternity | |
| The only one who counts is me | |
| And we shall see our logo on the stars |