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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 and groomed to enrapture |
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All her co-stars and stunt men |
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The co-stars oh, let there be lights, action, sound |
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Lights, action, sound |
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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 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 dangerously |
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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 that Vaudeville threw up |
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And destiny lead her hand in paw to somewhere |
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In Hollywood |
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That's crazy, 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 |
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You better lie low |
