F C
Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone
F
Way back to New York City
C
where you do belong
Bb
Honey I miss your two tongue kissing
F
legs wrapped around me tight
C
If I ever get back to Fun City, girl
Bb F
I'm gonna make you scream all night
Honey, honey, call me on the telephone
I know you're moving out to Hollywood
with your can of tasty foam
All those beat up friends of mine
got to get you in their books
Lead guitars and movie stars
get their toes beneath your hook
Refrein:
C
Yeah and you were starfucker, starfucker
Bb C
Starfucker, starfucker star
Bb
Yeah starfucker, starfucker
F C
Starfucker, starfucker star
Bb
Starfucker, starfucker
F C
Starfucker, starfucker star
Couplet:
Yeah I heard about your Polaroid’s,
now that's what I call obscene
Your tricks with fruit was kinda cute
I'll bet it keeps your pussy clean
Honey I miss your two tongue kissing
legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to New York girl
I'm gonna make you scream all night
Refrein:
Yeah and you were starfucker, starfucker
Starfucker, starfucker star
Yeah starfucker, starfucker
Starfucker, starfucker star
Starfucker, starfucker
Starfucker, starfucker star
Solo:
| F | C | F | C |
| Bb | F | C | Bb F | F |
Couplet:
Yeah Ali McGraw got mad with you
for giving head to Steve McQueen
Yeah you and me, we made a pretty pair
falling through the silver screen
Honey I'm open to anything
I don't know where to draw the line
Yeah I'm making bets that you gonna get
John Wayne before he dies
Refrein:
Yeah and you were starfucker, starfucker
Starfucker, starfucker star
Yeah starfucker, starfucker
Starfucker, starfucker star
Starfucker, starfucker
Starfucker, starfucker star
Star Star (Starfucker) – The Rolling Stones
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F C
Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone
F
Way back to New York City
C
where you do belong
Bb
Honey I miss your two tongue kissing
F
legs wrapped around me tight
C
If I ever get back to Fun City, girl
Bb F
I'm gonna make you scream all night
Honey, honey, call me on the telephone
I know you're moving out to Hollywood
with your can of tasty foam
All those beat up friends of mine
got to get you in their books
Lead guitars and movie stars
get their toes beneath your hook
Refrein:
C
Yeah and you were starfucker, starfucker
Bb C
Starfucker, starfucker star
Bb
Yeah starfucker, starfucker
F C
Starfucker, starfucker star
Bb
Starfucker, starfucker
F C
Starfucker, starfucker star
Couplet:
Yeah I heard about your Polaroid’s,
now that's what I call obscene
Your tricks with fruit was kinda cute
I'll bet it keeps your pussy clean
Honey I miss your two tongue kissing
legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to New York girl
I'm gonna make you scream all night
Refrein:
Yeah and you were starfucker, starfucker
Starfucker, starfucker star
Yeah starfucker, starfucker
Starfucker, starfucker star
Starfucker, starfucker
Starfucker, starfucker star
Solo:
| F | C | F | C |
| Bb | F | C | Bb F | F |
Couplet:
Yeah Ali McGraw got mad with you
for giving head to Steve McQueen
Yeah you and me, we made a pretty pair
falling through the silver screen
Honey I'm open to anything
I don't know where to draw the line
Yeah I'm making bets that you gonna get
John Wayne before he dies
Refrein:
Yeah and you were starfucker, starfucker
Starfucker, starfucker star
Yeah starfucker, starfucker
Starfucker, starfucker star
Starfucker, starfucker
Starfucker, starfucker star