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
Sweet fake love all night, make me feel like a star
Heartless, tasteless, nameless, famous
Never, ever on my wait list
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 fifty 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
Sweet fake love all night, make me feel like a star
Heartless, tasteless, nameless, famous
Never, ever on my wait list
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 street
With my mom 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
Sweet fake love all night, make me feel like a star
Heartless, tasteless, nameless, famous
Never, ever on my wait list
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?