Stars in my eyes, hiking up Griffith Thinking about who was sad and what didn’t Get said in the Midwest, wish I could tell you now I wrote you a note, but I didn’t send it ‘Cause that’s the best method the women here taught me about What you don’t really understand I’ve got magic in my hand, stars in my eyes I’m a different kind of woman If you want some basic bitch go to the Beverly Center and find her I’m sweet




















