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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 |
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Star fucker, star fucker, star |
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Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker |
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Star fucker, star fucker, star |
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A star fucker, star fucker |
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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 |
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Star fucker, star fucker, star |
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Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker |
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Star fucker, star fucker, star |
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A star fucker, star fucker |
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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 |
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Star fucker, star fucker, star |
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Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker |
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Star fucker, star fucker, star |
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A star fucker, star fucker |
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Star fucker, star fucker star, yes you are |
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A star fucker, star fucker |
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Star fucker, star fucker star |
