Sweet Miranda, on the veranda

You really keep your ice-cream cold

Mine's melting in my hand,

I don't understand,

I guess you never could have been told.



You want to be a star

Yes you are.



Driving back home from my venture

I'm really feeling empty handed

Hand's on my stick

It's making me sick

Why did you leave me out in the cold.



You want to be a star

Yes you are.



Maybe you tried but you missed it

Maybe you tried it again

Maybe you tried but you missed it

Long goodbye.



Thought my viper would excite her

Believing what the good book had told

I showed her my pet

She phoned for the vet

Then killed it with a mean strangle hold.



You want to be a star

Yes you are.



Maybe you tried but you missed it

Maybe you tried it again

Maybe you tried but you missed it

Long goodbye.



You got me running girl

I'm an astronaut

But I just seem to burst in flame

You got me running girl

I'm a laid-back tiger but I'm never tame.

Little Queeny have you seen me

I'm waiting every night at ten

Hands on your hips

Blood on your lips

I make it but I just don't know when.