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)