(Steve Miller and Byron Allred)

Baby got into her car

Drove all the way to New York City

Um Hummmm



She played her guitar there

They made her a star in New York City

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She went to Paris, France

That's where she got the chance

To be a movie star



I got a post card from Rome

Then she was headin' home

To America

A superstar

She'd come so far



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Well, it wasn't very long

Till she was back out on

That old freeway

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She drove across the mountains

The prairies, the deserts

Of the U.S.A.

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Hollywood gave her a call

She went and lived it all

On the silver screen



Sometimes she laughed and she cried

She kept it all inside

For the magazines

The silver screen

The Hollywood dream



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She lives in an ivory tower

A tower built by fame

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She's got the wealth and power

But she hasn't got a man

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No matter how hard she tried

She was so empty inside

So lonely



She hung her head and she cried

Was it the love she denied

Never satisfied

Deep inside

She said goodbye



She paid the price for her fame

Everyone knows her name

America

A superstar

She'd come so far



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