MAKE ME A STAR

Hey, you probably don’t know my name
But, hey, you can tell I’m on my way
Someday, you can say you knew me when
Back in the day I was just a valet
In LA, there’s old money and new
In LA, everyone’s trying to break through
You stay, praying for pixie dust
You play, wondering who you can trust
Make me a star. Short of that, could you hold my hand?
Make me a star. A kind word or two might help me understand
Make me a star. A gentle touch to make me feel like a man
Make me a star. Make me a star.

Hey, here in La-La Land
Just in case you ever need a straight man
That pretty face, as pretty as you are
Just in case, you ever need a co-star
Give me a call, on your way to the top
If you fall and you need a pep talk
Curtain call, I’ll be cheering in the first row
That’s not all, as you steal the show
Make me a star. Short of that, could you hold my hand?
Make me a star. A kind word or two might help me understand
Make me a star. A gentle touch to make me feel like a man
Make me a star. Make me a star.

Hey, when you were a little girl
Did you dream of another world?
Full of stars and spotlights and fame
Of a world where everyone knew your name
That world of a little girl’s dreams
If you find it and it’s not what it seems
Remember me, your parking valet
And remember I’m not the one that was gay
Make me a star. Short of that, could you hold my hand?
Make me a star. A kind word or two might help me understand
Make me a star. A gentle touch to make me feel like a man
Make me a star. Make me a star.

That’s when she said:
You make me feel like a star
You make me feel like a star
You make me feel like a star

A Song Can Tell A Story

When words leave off, music begins.

MAKE ME A STAR