A-Lister

What?

Shally, I just got my hair done

I could reach for the stars, but once I get it, I want more

I can't fight love and war, so what's kissing you for?

Made my car red like Elvis, change his sheets back in Memphis

Grant all of my wishes, riches to riches

And one day I'll be bored with everything that I've got

Get out of fancy clothes right after they get the shot

Recreate scenes from Titanic on a flying bridge yacht

Just to feel something real 'cause you're gone, so I forgot

I love this golden sunny West Coast

Sceney plastic world

I miss being a real girl, sure

But I'm not a real girl anymore

I met an actor last night, he called me a star

Said he hates the spotlight, I hate his big red car

I like his LA place, he likes my bass guitar

Swooping love all night, make me feel like a star

Heartless, tasteless, nameless, famous

Never ever on my waitlist

We're judgey and bitter, he flies on my sister

I kiss her and whisper, "Look at my A-lister"

I'll be miserable after chasing what I don't want (what I don't want)

You'll draw the line there, I'll sniff it up (I'll sniff it up)

I'll post pictures of a private jet wing

I take a breath, have a movie set fling

Nobody says what they really mean

They don't stop acting when they're off-screen (when they're off-screen)

But I'm 50 percent sure, he's the real thing

I love this golden sunny West Coast

Sceney plastic world

I miss being a real girl, sure

But I'm not a real girl anymore

I met an actor last night, he called me a star

Said he hates the spotlight, I hate his big red car

I like his LA place, he likes my bass guitar

Swooping love all night, made me feel like a star

Heartless, tasteless, nameless, famous

Never ever on my waitlist

We're judgey and bitter, he flies on my sister

I kiss her and whisper, "Look at my A-lister"

I'll sing this song until you're gone

Neglect my life, attach myself to yours

Change my looks until I'm a blonde bore

I wanna wake up on my quiet sheet

With my one next to me

And I'll be narrow, but you'll be brought up by my sister

Thinking about my A-lister

I met an actor last night, he called me a star

Said he hates the spotlight, I hate his big red car

I like his LA place, he likes my bass guitar

Swooping love all night, made me feel like a star

Heartless, tasteless, nameless, famous

Never ever on my waitlist

We're judgey and bitter, he flies on my sister

I kiss her and whisper, "Look at my A-lister"

I could reach for the stars, but once I get it, it's a bore

I can't fight love and war, so what's kissing you for?

What's kissing you for?