Joan Jett & The Blackhearts — Star Star

Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone Way back to New York City where you do belong Honey, I miss 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 movin' out to Hollywood with your can of tasty foam All those beat up friends of mine got to get it in there good And lead guitars and movie stars get their tongue 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 your Polaroids, now that's what I call obscene Your tricks with fruit were 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 your town, oh, I'm gonna make you scream all night Yeah I will 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 Yes you are, yes you are, yeah you are Ali McGraw got mad with you for givin' head to Steve McQueen Yeah, you and me we made a pretty pair, brought it to the silver screen Honey, I'm open to anything, I don't know where to draw the line If I ever get back to your town, oh, I'm gonna make you scream all night Try me You're a star fucker star fucker star fucker star fucker star Star fucker star fucker star fucker star fucker star A star fucker star fucker star fucker star fucker star