The Rolling Stones — Star Star Live / Forest National Arena Brussels / 17/10/73

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 taxi girl I'm going to make you scream all night I said, 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 Got you in their books And lead guitar and movie star Get their toes beneath your hook Yeah! And you're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star Woo! Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star Star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker Yes, you are! Yes, you are! Yeah, I heard about your Polaroids Now 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 Orleans I'm going to make you scream all night Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star Woo, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star Star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker Yes, you are! Yes, you are! [Guitar Solo] Yeah, baby Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you For giving head to Steve McQueen You and me, we made a pretty pair Falling through the silver screen Baby, I'm open to anything I don't know where to draw the line But I'm making bet that you going to get John Wayne before he dies You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star Star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star Yes, you are! Yes, you are! Come on, baby Come on then, girl Give it a whirl Come on, baby Give it a twist Come on, ? Woo!