My beloved movie star

There's more than cold cream in your jar

When eyebrows arch and lips are dry

When you're alone at night, you cry



Stuntmen make you feel secure

Wrap you up in soft allure

Your key light's bright, your close-up's now

This picture could tank, but you'll make out somehow





Manhattan calls

Ignore Hong Kong

Directors ring

But you stand strong

Drink champagne

And celebrate

The critics call

And they think you're great





My beloved movie star

I have watched you from afar

So confident and glamorous

Yeah you make it look so easy to us





Your agent calls, it's not your week

It's a younger one that now they seek

You are the part, why don't they know

Remember Tallulah, Janet, and Garbo





Behind you now

See someone there

She looks like you

With blonder hair

A newer one

With a younger glow

So you just cry all night

In your bungalow





My beloved movie star

Now I know just where you are

Up on a hill, in the backseat of a car

You're my beloved movie star