Pretty Things

Sweet Miranda, on the veranda
You really keep your ice-cream cold
Mine's melting in my hand,
I don't understand,
I guess you never could have been told.
You want to be a star
Yes you are.
Driving back home from my venture
I'm really feeling empty handed
Hand's on my stick
It's making me sick
Why did you leave me out in the cold.
You want to be a star
Yes you are.
Maybe you tried but you missed it
Maybe you tried it again
Maybe you tried but you missed it
Long goodbye.
Thought my viper would excite her
Believing what the good book had told
I showed her my pet
She phoned for the vet
Then killed it with a mean strangle hold.
You want to be a star
Yes you are.
Maybe you tried but you missed it
Maybe you tried it again
Maybe you tried but you missed it
Long goodbye.
You got me running girl
I'm an astronaut