
Star Star (Live / Forest National Arena, Brussels / 17/10/73) The Rolling Stones
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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
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
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