D ~
D A
1. Baby, baby, I’ve been so
sad since you’ve been gone,
D A
way back to New York City, where you do
belong.
G D
Honey, I missed your two tone kisses, legs
wrapped around me tight,
A G D
if I ever get back to Fun
City, girl, I’m gonna make you scream all night.
D A
2. Honey, honey, call me on
the telephone,
D
A
I know you’re moving out to Hollywood, with
your can of tasty foam.
G D
All those beat-up friends of mine got to
get you in their books,
A G D
lead guitars and movies stars get their
tongues beneath your hood.
A G A
Yeah, you’re a star
fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star !
G D A
Yeah, a star fucker, star
fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star !
G D A
A star fucker, star
fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star.
D A
3. Yeah, I heard about your
polaroids, now that’s what I call obscene,
D A
your tricks with fruit was kind of cute, I
bet you keep your pussy clean.
G D
Honey, I miss your two-tone
kisses, legs wrapped around me tight,
A
G D
if I ever get back to New
York, girl, gonna make you scream all night.
+ CHORUS + D - A - D - A - G - D - A - G - D
D A
4. Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you, for givin’ head to Steve McQueen,
D A
you and me we made a pretty pair, fallin’
through the Silver Screen.
G
D
Honey, I’m open to anything, I don’t know
where to draw the line,
A G D
yeah, I’m making bets that
you’re gonna get John Wayne before he dies.
A G A
Yeah, you’re a star
fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star !
G D A
Yeah, a star fucker, star
fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star !
G D A
A star fucker, star
fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star.
G
A
+ A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
fucker, star. (4x)
+ G - A
- G - A - G - A ….
(orig. = capo 3rd) (The Rolling Stones)