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Well he sits up there on his leatherette Looks through pictures of the ones that he hasn't had yet When he thinks he wants a closer look He gets out his little black telephone book (He's calling, calling, calling) (He's calling, calling, calling) (He's calling, calling, calling) (He's calling) Come sit down here beside me honey Let's have a little heart to heart Now look at me and tell me darling How badly do you want this part? Are you willing to sacrifice? And are you willing to be real nice? All your talent and my good taste I'd hate to see it go to waste We gonna get you an apartment, honey We gonna get you a car Yeah, we gonna take care of you darling We gonna make you a movie star For years I've seen 'em come and go He says, "I've had 'em all, you know" I handled everything in my own way I made 'em what they are today Songtexte After a while, nothing was pretty After a while, everything got lost Still his jacuzzi runneth over Still he just couldn't get off He's just another power junky Just another silk-scarf monkey You'd know it if you saw his stuff The man just isn't big enough Aus Songtexte Mania