| Down on the casting couch
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| A star is gonna be born
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| A star with the stature of a Harlow
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| Who’s doomed
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| And groomed to enrapture
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| All her co-stars, and stuntmen, the co-stars
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| Oh, let there be lights, action, sound
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| Lights, action, sound — Roll 'em!
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| Out in the mezzanine
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| On the arm of a dumb marine
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| Her beauty looks out like a trailer
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| Norman Mailer
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| Waits to nail her
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| He’s under the bed
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| And he’s waiting for her to be dead
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| He’s out on the patio
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| With his polaroid and scenario
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| And he’s armed and he’s dangerous-
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| -ly close was the weather
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| When I was a kid
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| She gave me a feather from her gown
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| To cool me down, to cool me down
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| And I was the galley slave
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| Who lost his heart when the ship went down
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| Lights, action, sound
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| Roll 'em
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| I had a part in the talkies
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| When you were a little girl
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| I’ve taken Lassie for walkies
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| When she was the pup
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| That Vaudeville threw up
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| And destiny lead her
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| Hand in paw to
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| Somewhere in Hollywood
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| That’s crazy
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| A dog up in Beverly Hills
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| Crazy, crazy
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| La, la, la, la, la la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la la, la, la, la, la
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| You better lie low |