A-Lister

[Intro] What? Shally, I just got my hair done [Verse 1] 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 [Pre-Chorus] I love this golden sunny West Coast Scenеy plastic world I miss being a real girl, sure But I'm not a rеal girl anymore [Chorus] 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" [Verse 2] 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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" [Bridge] 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 [Chorus] 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" [Outro] 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?