She comes to life from the cover of a hollywood magazine
With a sense of confidence hard to fight
She waits to be discovered
Underneath the cover of a neon night
Shes a star
All of my friends they got a bet she hasnt seen seventeen
I never been any good at playin the game
Id just love to give her what she needs besides fortune and fame
Shes a star
From the backstreets to the city
There youll find her lookin so pretty
First she buys you, then she sells ya
You know she wants you when shes telling you
*take me to the music
Out into the night
Drag me through the fire
Do it to me right*
She steps right out and grabs you like a cover girl photograph
Shell size you up then she hits you with those hollywood tears
But I dont need no close-up
To tell me she got style beyond her years
Shes a star
From the backstreets to the city
Youre gonna find her lookin so pretty
First she buys you, then she sells ya
You know she wants you when shes telling you
( * repeat)