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Well hello here’s looking at you
A lovely tan, make sure they see you
A vintage car made by no one knows
Dual fins, I said masters, didn’t you know
Wind me up and pull my string
But remember one small thing
Why I can see that your pulled asides
And you act like your really hard
But, your a beverly hills star
Your a beverly hills star
Wowa, don’t knock it till you got it
Wowa, don’t knock it till you got it
Things at breakfast so tried and true
Always a table never laughed at you
A million five would be really fab
And then it would be good about the tab
A movie deal and another script
How ’bout a cowboy shooting from the hip
Terrible man, terrible names big, big limousine is the thing
Wind me up and pull my string
But remember one small thing
Why I can see that your pulled asides
And you act like your really hard
But, your a beverly hills star
Your a beverly hills star
You just don’t know a two step
Like a bull in a china shop
Your a beverly hills star
Your a beverly hills star
Wowa, don’t knock it till you got it
Wowa, don’t knock it till you got it
Don’t knock it
Wind me up and pull my string
But remember one small thing
Why I can see that your pulled asides
And you act like your really hard
But, your a beverly hills star
Your a beverly hills star
You just don’t know a two step
Like a bull in a china shop
Your a beverly hills star
Your a beverly hills star
Wowa, don’t knock it till you got it
Wowa, don’t knock it till you got it
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