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