(Words & Music by John Oakley-Smith 1974)
From the Warner Bros Album Matinees on Saturdays
(p)© 3rd Ear Music 1976 - Riff Raff Music / 3rd Ear Music 2000
Did you see her there with her died blonde hair
Drinking on her own by the bar
Alone with her dreams of black limousines
Deep inside she's a star
Although he rave reviews never kind of made the news
If you buy her a drink you'll hear her say
How it's funny how your dreams become real
And though you think you're holding on
The always fade away...
She was just a small town girl with stars in her eyes
Who grew up in the Odeon at Matinees on Saturdays
Knowing to go as far as to be a proper movie star
You really can't remain as you are
So if staying at home every night on your own
Is the only thing you ever seem to do
You get your teeth fixed, you get your hair styled
And you cover up on your tattoo
Because you can't compete until you're set up and complete
With a nose job and silica it's true.
Oh I can sing and I can dance, and if you give me half a chance
I'll show you anything I have to do, to be in the movies too...
And she'll tell how she fell in a cheap hotel
To a movie man and when he was through
He said OK thanks a lot - I really like what you got
But don't you call me I'll call you
So she waited and she waited and she never heard a word
So she moved back to where she lived before
With a man called Maxi who drives a taxi, and treats her like a queen
And he drives her in a yellow limousine...
She was just a small town girl with stars in her eyes
Who grew up in the Odeon at Matinees on Saturdays
Knowing to go as far as to become a proper movie star
You really can't remain as you are.
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