I Wanna Be a Star

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. 'Cause 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. Hey, hey, I love my little cat, but hey hey , he doesn't love me back. So why be a frozen urban refugee cause I'm 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 lessons. I wanna be a star. I wanna be a star. I wanna be a star. I want it for all the wrong reasons.

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