The Rolling Stones: Starfucker

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-tone 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 movin' out to Hollywood With your can of tasty foam All those beat up friends of mine Got to get you in their books And lead guitars and movie stars Get their tongues beneath your hood Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star Yeah, 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 Polaroid's 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 tone 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 star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star Yeah, 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 Yeah, and me we made a pretty pair Fallin' through the Silver Screen Honey, I'm open to anything I don't know where to draw the line Yeah, I'll make bets that you're gonna get John Wayne before he dies Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star Yes you are A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star