My beloved movie star There's more than cold cream in your jar When eyebrows arch and lips are dry When you're alone at night, you cry
Stuntmen make you feel secure Wrap you up in soft allure Your key light's bright, your close-up's now This picture could tank, but you'll make out somehow
Can you hear the surf in malibu The red tide there is calling you You are the part, why don't they know Remember tallulah, janet, and garbo
Behind you now See someone there She looks like you With blonder hair A newer one With a younger glow So you just cry all night In your bungalow
My beloved movie star Now I know just where you are Up on a hill, in the backseat of a car You're my beloved movie star
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