All the people in your home town And you were just teen Said that you were pretty Like in the magazine
And so you left your home town To try out for the part Of everybody's pretty little angel With a pretty little heart
You studied hard The map of the stars Oh because you wanted Yeah, you really wanted Every night you wanted to be
One of the little angels That fly between the stars One of the little angels With a pretty little car
So you eat a little less And you smoke a little more Waiting in the lines For them to open up the doors For all the little angels
So you got yourself an agent You made a little deal They got you on the TV Everyone agreed You had the charm and the appeal
So you bought yourself a house in the Hollywood Hills You bought yourself a tan You fixed your nose and hair Learned how not to care Got a pretty little man
You landed hard On the map of the stars Now everybody wants you Oh, they really want you Every night they want you to be
One of the little angels That fly between the stars One of the little angels In a pretty little car
So you eat a little less And you drink a little more Waiting in your room For them to open up the door For all the little angels
Now you drink a little more Your family's talking to the press And the movie didn't score So you eat a little less Just a little bit less
The people on the street now Are getting kind of mean They read about your break up In the magazine
And somewhere in your hometown A girl tries out her best Maybe she'll go far She wants to be a star So she eats a little less