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 She's a star All of my friends they got a bet she hasn't seen seventeen I never been any good at playin' the game I'd just love to give her what she needs besides fortune and fame She's a star From the backstreets to the city There you'll find her lookin' so pretty First she buys you, then she sells ya You know she wants you when she's 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 She'll size you up then she hits you with those Hollywood tears But I don't need no close-up To tell me she got style beyond her years She's a star From the backstreets to the city You're gonna find her lookin' so pretty First she buys you, then she sells ya You know she wants you when she's telling you ( * Repeat)