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She wanted to be the hostess of the big game show
Like Loni Anderson
She wanted (yeah eh eh eh)
To be seen on Spectravision
She told her friends that one day she would be the movie queen
Like Krystle Carrington
And pay her weekly visits (yeah eh eh eh)
To the top beautician
Soul corruption, self destruction (are you prepared to fight?)
You can make a lotta money
Take a little bit, take a little bit, run
New sensation, Cecil B. DeMille creation (soul corrupt, self destruct)
You can make a lotta money
Take a little bit, take a little bit, run
She wanted to marry a big movie star
Like Omar Sharif
The walk-on part (yeah eh eh eh)
Of the movie was a big success
She did a voice-over selling Hershey bars
Like Betty White
But for now (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
She is a temporary waitress
Soul corruption, self destruction (are you prepared to fight?)
You can make a lotta money
Take a little bit, take a little bit, run
New sensation, Cecil B. DeMille creation (soul corrupt, self destruct)
You can make a lotta money
Take a little bit, take a little bit, run
Sell your face
Sell your lips (all the way to Hollywood)
Sell your eyes
Sell your lips (all the way to Hollywood)
Satellite (all the way to Hollywood)
She told her friends that one day she would be the movie queen
Like Zsa Zsa Zsa Gabor
But for now (yeah)
She is a waitress in a c*cktail bar
Soul corruption, self destruction (are you prepared to fight?)
You can make a lotta money
Take a little bit, take a little bit, run
New sensation, Cecil B. DeMille creation (soul corrupt, self destruct)
You can make a lotta money
Take a little bit, take a little bit, run
Glamour
Fame
Fortune
Fun
Glamour
Fortune
Fame (soul corrupt)
Fun (self destruct)
Glamour (all the way to Hollywood)
Fortune (all the way to Hollywood)
Fame (all the way to Hollywood)