Lyrics Star Star (Live At The El Mocambo 1977) by 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 jump all night
I said, baby, baby, won't you call me on the telephone?
I know you're moving 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 got their head beneath your hooks

You're a starf**ker, starf**ker, starf**ker, starf**ker, star
Starf**ker, starf**ker, starf**ker, starf**ker, star
Starf**ker, starf**ker, starf**ker, starf**ker, star
Yes, you are, yes, you are

Yeah, I heard about your Polaroids, now that's what I call obscene
Your tricks with fruit was kind of cute, I bet you keep your pu**y clean
Baby, I miss your two tongue kisses, legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to Dallas, I'm gonna make you jump all night

You're a starf**ker, starf**ker, starf**ker, starf**ker, star
Starf**ker, starf**ker, starf**ker, starf**ker, star
Starf**ker, starf**ker, starf**ker, starf**ker
Yes, you are, yes, you are, yes, you are
Yes, you are

Now, Ali McGraw got mad with you for giving head to Steve McQueen
And you and me made a pretty pair, falling through the silver screen
And Jimmy Page was quite a rage, I never saw the reason why
If I ever get back to LA, child, I'm gonna f**k you there all night

You're a starf**ker, starf**ker, starf**ker, starf**ker, star
Starf**ker, starf**ker, starf**ker, starf**ker, star
Starf**ker, starf**ker, starf**ker, starf**ker, star
Yes, you are, yes, you are, yes, you are
Oh, yes, you are
Yes, you are
Thank you
Thank you very much
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