The Rolling Stones

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Capo 3rd fret
 
Intro: 
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Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone 
 D 
Way back to New York City 
 A 
Where you do belong 
  G 
Honey, I missed your two tongue kisses, 
 D 
Legs wrapped around me tight 
      A 
If I ever get back to Fun City, girl 
      G 
I'm gonna make you scream all night. 
 
Honey, honey, call me on the telephone,
I know you're movin' out to Hollywood
with your can of tasty foam
All those beat up friends of mine
got to get you in their gloves
And lead guitars and movie stars
get in the tub and get your hood.
 
Chorus:
                   A                         G 
   Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, 
                 D 
   Star fucker, star 
             A                         G 
   Yeah!, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker,  
                 D 
   Star fucker, star 
      A                         G                         D 
   A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star

Yeah, I heard about you Polaroid's,
now that's what I call obscene,
your tricks with fruit was kind a cute,
I bet you keep your pussy clean.
Honey, I miss your two tone kisses,
legs wrapped around me tight.
If I ever get back to New York, girl,
gonna make you scream all night.
 
chorus
 
Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you
for givin' head to Steve McQueen,
yeah, you and me we made a pretty pair,
ballin' through the Silver Screen.
Honey, I'm open to anything
I don't know where to draw the line.
Yeah, I'm makin' bets that you don't get
John Wayne before he dies.

chorus