STARFUCKER (STAR STAR)
JAGGER/RICHARDS
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 toned kisses,
legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to Fun City, girl,
I'm gonna make you scream all night.
Honey, honey, call me on the telephone,
I know you're movin' out to Hollywood
with your can of tasty foam
All those beat up friends of mine
got to get you in their gloves
And lead guitars and movie stars
get in the tub and get your hood.
Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Yeah, I heard about you Polaroid's,
now that's what I call obscene,
your tricks with fruit was kind a cute,
I bet you keep your pussy clean.
Honey, I miss your two tone kisses,
legs wrapped around me tight.
If I ever get back to New York, girl,
gonna make you scream all night.
Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Yeah, A Mgr got mad with you
for gyving' Steve McQueen,
yeah, you and me we made a pretty pair,
balloon' through the Silver Screen.
Honey, I'm open to anything
I don't know where to draw the line.
Yeah, I'm marking' bets that you don't get
John Wayne before he dies.
Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
"Star Star" is a song to explicit fruits, John Wayne and Steve Queen's members, performance, and Chuck Berry, lick-it-risque snowballing grows leather-throat-hard-decadent-backstage-Cocksucker-matched-sleaze of Girl-pussy-dubbed giving head to the band up on John Wayne's aforementioned jab at Jimmy Page.
