| She turned the nightlight on a blew him a kiss.
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| He stared back through is green crayola eyes.
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| She traced his likeness from off the back of a disc.
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| Next to the boxtop promise of the biggest prize.
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| Joining a fan club with my friends.
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| Filling our bathtubs with tee shirts and 8×10's.
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| He looks so dreamy,
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| I’m in love from afar.
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| When I’m picking up a fallen star.
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| Downstairs the late show’s blasting 'age of the rock'.
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| The greedy monks playin' last Sunday at the milky way.
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| Mom’s writing checks to the minister in the corner singing 'dig
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| down deep'.
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| 'Cause if you wanna go to heaven all you gotta so is pay to pray.
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| Joining a fan club with my pen.
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| Filling my bathtub with Holy water and amens.
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| He looks so dreamy,
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| I’m in love from afar.
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| When I’m picking up a fallen star.
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| Shake that woody.
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| Shake it for me St. Pinocchio.
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| You’ve paid your money, now watch that money grow.
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| Joining a fan club, best be warned.
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| He turns me on when he wears that lampshade corwn of thorns.
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| We’d be so dreamy,
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| Sharing his black caviar.
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| While I’m picking up a fallen star.
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| Joining a fan club is a big mistake.
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| I still get heartburn when I think about all of the stamps I ate.
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| I wished I’d loved him,
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| Before fate crashed his car.
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| Say a prayer for the fallen star. |