Rolling Stones – Star Star chords

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Star Star chords
The Rolling Stones 1973 (originally titled Starfucker)

Capo III

D                     ABaby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone
DWay back to New York City
AWhere you do belong
GHoney, I missed your two tongue kisses
DLegs wrapped around me tight
   AIf I ever get back to Fun City, girl
    G                         DI'm gonna make you scream all night

D             AHoney, honey, call me on the telephone
DI know you're movin' out to Hollywood
AWith your can of tasty foam
GAll those beat up friends of mine
DGot to get you in their books
    AAnd lead guitars and movie stars
G                           DGet their toes beneath your hook

               A                         G                         DYeah, you're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
        G                         D                         AYeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
G                         D                         AStar fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star

D                       Yeah, I heard about you Polaroid's
ANow that's what I call obscene
     DYour tricks with fruit was kind a cute
  AI bet you keep your pussy clean
GHoney, I miss your two tone kisses
DLegs wrapped around me tight
   AIf I ever get back to New York, girl
G                         DGonna make you scream all night

               A                         G                         DYeah, you're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
        G                         D                         AYeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
G                         D                         AStar fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
        AYes you are, yes you are, yes you are

break

DYeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you
    AFor givin' head to Steve McQueen
DYeah, you and me we made a pretty pair
AFallin' through the silver screen
GHoney, I'm open to anythin'
DI don't know where to draw the line
AYeah, I'm makin' bets that you gonna get
G                    DJohn Wayne before he dies

               A                         G                         DYeah, you're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
        G                         D                         AYeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
G                         D                         AStar fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star

               G                                                   A Yeah, you're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
        G                                                   AYeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
G                                                   AStar fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star . . . .


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