Texty: Joan Jett And The Blackhearts. Star Star.

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 ton kisses, legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to fun city, oh, I'm gonna make you scream all night

Honey, honey call me on the telephone
I know you're movin' out to Hollywood where you get to taste the bone
Well I don't beat up friends of mine got to get it in there good
Well lead guitars, movie stars, get it all beneath your hood

You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star

Yeah, I heard about your polaroids, now that's what I call obscene
Your tricks with fruit are kinda cute, I bet you keep your pussy clean
Well honey, I miss your two ton kisses, legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to your town oh, I'm gonna make you scream all night
Yeah I will

You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Yes you are, yes you are, yeah you are

Yeah I even wound up mad with you for giving head to Steve McQueen
Yeah you and me we made a pretty pair, brought it to the silver screen
The getaway was quite a rage, I don't know where to draw the line
If I ever get back to your town oh, I'm gonna make you scream all night
Try me

You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Yes you are, oh yeah you are