Star Star - The Rolling Stones

Baby, baby

I've been so sad since you've been gone

Way back to New York City

Where you do belong

Honey, I missed your two tongue kisses

Legs wrapped around me tight

If I ever get back to Fun City, girl

I'm gonna make you scream all night

Honey, honey

Call me on the telephone

I know you're moving out to Hollywood

With your can of tasty foam

All those beat up friends of mine

Gotta get you in their books

Lead guitars and movie stars

Get their tongues beneath your hood

Yeah, you're a starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star

Yeah, a starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star

A starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker star

Yeah, I heard about your Polaroids

That's what I call obscene

Your tricks with fruit was kinda cute

I bet you keep your pussy clean

Honey, I miss your two tongue kisses

Legs wrapped around me tight

If I ever get back to New York, girl

Gonna make you scream all night

Yeah, you're a starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star

Yeah, a starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star

A starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker star

Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you

For giving head to Steve McQueen

Yeah, you and me we made a pretty pair

Falling through the silver screen

Honey, I'm open to anything

I don't know where to draw the line

Yeah, I'm making bets that you gonna get

Your man before he dies

Yeah, you're a starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star

Yeah, a starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star

A starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker star