歌曲 | Star Star - Live - 2009 Re-Mastered Digital Version |
歌手 | The Rolling Stones |
专辑 | Love You Live |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:M.Jagger/K.Richards Music:M.Jagger/K.Richards | |
Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone | |
Way back to New York City | |
Where you do belong | |
Honey, I missed your two tongue kisses | |
Legs wrapped around me tight | |
If I ever get back to Fun City, girl | |
I'm gonna make you scream all night | |
Honey, honey, call me on the telephone | |
I know you're movin' out to Hollywood | |
With your can of tasty foam | |
All those beat up friends of mine | |
Got to get you in their books | |
And lead guitars and movie stars | |
Get their toes beneath your hook | |
Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star | |
Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star | |
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star | |
Yeah, I heard about you Polaroid's | |
Now that's what I call obscene | |
Your tricks with fruit was kind a cute | |
I bet you keep your pussy clean | |
Honey, I miss your two tone kisses | |
Legs wrapped around me tight | |
If I ever get back to New York, girl | |
Gonna make you scream all night | |
Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star | |
Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star | |
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star | |
Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you | |
For givin' head to Steve McQueen | |
Yeah, and me we made a pretty pair | |
Fallin' through the Silver Screen | |
Honey, I'm open to anything | |
I don't know where to draw the line | |
Yeah, I'm makin' bets that you gonna get | |
(You man) before he dies | |
(John Wayne) | |
Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star | |
Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star | |
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star |
Lyrics: M. Jagger K. Richards Music: M. Jagger K. Richards | |
Baby, baby, I' ve been so sad since you' ve been gone | |
Way back to New York City | |
Where you do belong | |
Honey, I missed your two tongue kisses | |
Legs wrapped around me tight | |
If I ever get back to Fun City, girl | |
I' m gonna make you scream all night | |
Honey, honey, call me on the telephone | |
I know you' re movin' out to Hollywood | |
With your can of tasty foam | |
All those beat up friends of mine | |
Got to get you in their books | |
And lead guitars and movie stars | |
Get their toes beneath your hook | |
Yeah! You' re a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star | |
Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star | |
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star | |
Yeah, I heard about you Polaroid' s | |
Now that' s what I call obscene | |
Your tricks with fruit was kind a cute | |
I bet you keep your pussy clean | |
Honey, I miss your two tone kisses | |
Legs wrapped around me tight | |
If I ever get back to New York, girl | |
Gonna make you scream all night | |
Yeah! You' re a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star | |
Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star | |
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star | |
Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you | |
For givin' head to Steve McQueen | |
Yeah, and me we made a pretty pair | |
Fallin' through the Silver Screen | |
Honey, I' m open to anything | |
I don' t know where to draw the line | |
Yeah, I' m makin' bets that you gonna get | |
You man before he dies | |
John Wayne | |
Yeah! You' re a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star | |
Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star | |
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star |
Lyrics: M. Jagger K. Richards Music: M. Jagger K. Richards | |
Baby, baby, I' ve been so sad since you' ve been gone | |
Way back to New York City | |
Where you do belong | |
Honey, I missed your two tongue kisses | |
Legs wrapped around me tight | |
If I ever get back to Fun City, girl | |
I' m gonna make you scream all night | |
Honey, honey, call me on the telephone | |
I know you' re movin' out to Hollywood | |
With your can of tasty foam | |
All those beat up friends of mine | |
Got to get you in their books | |
And lead guitars and movie stars | |
Get their toes beneath your hook | |
Yeah! You' re a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star | |
Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star | |
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star | |
Yeah, I heard about you Polaroid' s | |
Now that' s what I call obscene | |
Your tricks with fruit was kind a cute | |
I bet you keep your pussy clean | |
Honey, I miss your two tone kisses | |
Legs wrapped around me tight | |
If I ever get back to New York, girl | |
Gonna make you scream all night | |
Yeah! You' re a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star | |
Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star | |
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star | |
Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you | |
For givin' head to Steve McQueen | |
Yeah, and me we made a pretty pair | |
Fallin' through the Silver Screen | |
Honey, I' m open to anything | |
I don' t know where to draw the line | |
Yeah, I' m makin' bets that you gonna get | |
You man before he dies | |
John Wayne | |
Yeah! You' re a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star | |
Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star | |
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star |