Baby, baby I've been so sad since you've gone Way back to New York City where you do belong Honey I missed your two-toned kisses, The legs wrapped around me tight If ever I get back to fun city Girl, I'm gonna make you scream all night
Honey, honey call me on the telephone I know you are moving out to Hollywood With your can of tasty foam All those beat up friends of mine Got to get them in my book And lead guitars and movie stars, Get their toes beneath my hook Yeah you were starbucker star Starbucker, starbucker star Starbucker, starbucker star
Yes I heard about your polaroids now That's what I call obscene Your tricks with fruit were kinda cute Now that really is a scene Honey I miss your two-tone kisses, Legs wrapped around me tight If I ever get back to New York I'm gonna make you scream all night Yeah starbucker, starbucker star Starbucker, starbucker star Starbucker, starbucker star
At the draw I got mad at you For giving it to Steve McQueen And you and me made a pretty pair falling Through the silver screen Now baby I am open to anything I don't know Where to draw the line Well I am making bets That you gonna get your man before he dies You were starbucker, starbucker, starbucker star Were starbucker, starbucker star Were starbucker, starbucker star Were starbucker, starbucker star
