Hey hey I've got my father's eyes
And hey hey, I used to wonder why
Blah, blah, blah, there's always lots of filler
My head is stone I wanna swim like Flipper
Who sees when they're wearing groovy shades at night
I wanna be a star
I wanna be a star
I wanna be a star
I want it for all the wrong reasons
I wanna be a star
Hey, hey, I love my little cat
And hey hey he doesn't love me back
So why be a frozen urban refugee
‘Cause I am feeling absolutely nothing at all
I wanna be a star
I wanna be a star
I wanna be a star
I want it for all the wrong reasons
So tell me I'm someone special
Then suddenly something happens
I believe everything I hear
Like Ed MacMahon I'll be drinking
Drowning in my own toilet
It's funny I never learned my lesson
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be
I wanna be a star
I wanna be a star
I wanna be a star
I want it for all the wrong reasons
I wanna
I wanna be a star
I wanna be a star
Free drinks at the bar
And I don’t care about any reasons why
I wanna be a star
Want to be a star
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