Melissa Etheridge - Map Of The Stars - Текст песни

All the people in your home town

And you were just teen

Said that you were pretty

Like in the magazine


And so you left your home town

To try out for the part

Of everybody's pretty little angel

With a pretty little heart


You studied hard

The map of the stars

All because you wanted

Yeah, you really wanted

Every night you wanted to be


Chorus:

One of the little angels

That flies between the stars

One of the little angels

With a pretty little car


So you eat a little less

And you smoke a little more

Waiting in the lines

For them to open up the doors

For all the little angels


So you got yourself an agent

You made a little deal

They got you on the TV

Everyone agreed you had the charm and the appeal


So you bought yourself a house in the Hollywood Hills

You bought yourself a tan

You fixed your nose and hair

Learned how not to care

Got a pretty little man


You landed hard

On the map of the stars

Now everybody wants you

Oh, they really want you

Every night they want you to be


(Chorus)


So you eat a little less

And you drink a little more

Waiting in your room

For them to open up the door

For all the little angels


Now you drink a little more

Your family's talking to the press

And the movie didn't score

So you eat a little less

Just a little bit less


Well the people on the street now

They're getting kind of mean

They read about your break up

In the magazine


And somewhere in your hometown

A girl tries out her best

Maybe she'll go far

She wants to be a star

So she eats a little less


All the little angels

All the little angels


(Thanks to Fox for these lyrics)