| Song | Diary of a San Fernando Sexx Star |
| Artist | Butch Walker |
| Album | Left of Self-Centered |
| 作曲 : Walker | |
| Little Jewish princess, never recognized | |
| Replaced the Star of David for the ones in your eyes | |
| So you popped a vicodine and ran away from everyone | |
| And everything you thought you knew | |
| Hangin' by the pool with the leisure dudes | |
| Who never have a job, but they got the attitudes | |
| The clothes, and the shoes, and a disease or two, | |
| And every head turns on cue | |
| When she flies like a ballerina babe | |
| strung up so high. Everybody have you seen her? | |
| The side no one knows, she shows on video | |
| She's a San Fernando sex star and she's fine | |
| Telephone screaming on the bathroom floor | |
| Momma tryin' to call ya since July 4 | |
| Erase the message along with the life | |
| Of everything ya knew before. | |
| Life is pretty good with your wood grain walls | |
| Lime green carpet, and your meth lab stall | |
| Mattress full of money and five locks on the door | |
| As she falls to the floor | |
| From tryin' to fly, like a ballerina babe | |
| Strung up so high, everybody have you seen her? | |
| The side no one knows, she screams on video | |
| She's a San Fernando sex star and she's fine | |
| East coast transplant now in California | |
| Can ya feel the side effects of finally leaving Georgia? | |
| Nothing you can do about it, Daddy tried to warn ya | |
| Allowance cut off, blue jean cutoffs | |
| Feelin' like a cut out paper whore | |
| When she flies like a ballerina babe | |
| Strung out so high, everybody have you seen her? | |
| The side no one knows, she screams on video | |
| She's San Fernando sex star | |
| Where are you? | |
| Now, Where are you? | |
| Now, Where are you? | |
| San Fernando sex star | |
| Now, Where are you? | |
| San Fernando sex star |
| zuò qǔ : Walker | |
| Little Jewish princess, never recognized | |
| Replaced the Star of David for the ones in your eyes | |
| So you popped a vicodine and ran away from everyone | |
| And everything you thought you knew | |
| Hangin' by the pool with the leisure dudes | |
| Who never have a job, but they got the attitudes | |
| The clothes, and the shoes, and a disease or two, | |
| And every head turns on cue | |
| When she flies like a ballerina babe | |
| strung up so high. Everybody have you seen her? | |
| The side no one knows, she shows on video | |
| She' s a San Fernando sex star and she' s fine | |
| Telephone screaming on the bathroom floor | |
| Momma tryin' to call ya since July 4 | |
| Erase the message along with the life | |
| Of everything ya knew before. | |
| Life is pretty good with your wood grain walls | |
| Lime green carpet, and your meth lab stall | |
| Mattress full of money and five locks on the door | |
| As she falls to the floor | |
| From tryin' to fly, like a ballerina babe | |
| Strung up so high, everybody have you seen her? | |
| The side no one knows, she screams on video | |
| She' s a San Fernando sex star and she' s fine | |
| East coast transplant now in California | |
| Can ya feel the side effects of finally leaving Georgia? | |
| Nothing you can do about it, Daddy tried to warn ya | |
| Allowance cut off, blue jean cutoffs | |
| Feelin' like a cut out paper whore | |
| When she flies like a ballerina babe | |
| Strung out so high, everybody have you seen her? | |
| The side no one knows, she screams on video | |
| She' s San Fernando sex star | |
| Where are you? | |
| Now, Where are you? | |
| Now, Where are you? | |
| San Fernando sex star | |
| Now, Where are you? | |
| San Fernando sex star |