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 I ever get to New York, girl, I'm gonna make you jump all night Baby, baby, call me on the telephone I know you're movin' back to Hollywood with your can of tasty foam All those beat up friends of mine, I got to get in their books And lead guitars and movie stars, get them beneath your hook Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star Yeah, I heard about you Polaroids, now that's what I call obscene Your tricks with fruit was kind a 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 at anytime, girl, I'm gonna make you jump all night Yeah! you're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star Yeah, Ali Mcgraw got mad with you for givin' head to Steve Mcqueen And you and me, made a pretty pair, fallin' through the silver screen Get awake, it's a crowded day I got me a little wine If I ever get back to Fun city, girl, I'm gonna make you jump all night Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
