Star Star

Baby, baby, I've been so sad today
Since you went to New York City
Your darling city
I miss your two-tongued kisses
And your legs embracing me
If I ever return to the city
I'll make you scream all night
Baby, darling, call me on the phone
I know you'll move to Hollywood
With your babbling foam dog
All my beaten-up friends
I'll have to support them
Good guitarists and movie stars
Your hook will be under their feet
Star, fuck star, fuck star
I've heard about your polaroids
Now that's what I call obscene
Your fruit setups were clever
I don't know if you're still very clean, baby
I miss your two-tongued kisses
And your legs embracing me
If I ever return to the city
I'll make you scream all night
Star, fuck star, fuck star
Baby, darling, call me on the phone
I know you'll move to Hollywood
With your babbling foam dog
All my beaten-up friends
I'll have to support them
Good guitarists and movie stars
Your hook will be under their feet