SHE'S A STAR
Dona - Lama - Fred Ebb

Faded drapes

A crooked shade

A matted rug on the floor

A dirty tray, filled with cigarettes

And a rusty lock on the door

There she lives

Just below the stair

In a room that's marked number 3

Bet her mind lives apart

In an old memory...

And the crowd rushes to the rope

Hey, I got here first, let me have a peek

See the ring? see the sable coat?

What I earn a year, she can make a week

And that man, he's her gigolo

Even though he chauffeurs her car

Well, so what?

After all, she's a star!

And she lives high up on a hill

With a swimming pool, and an iron gate

Once a prince traveled round the world

Just to pay a call and she made him wait

Every day, in a tub of ice

They deliver fresh caviar

Well; why not?

After all, she's a star!

Broken chair

An empty vase

A dying fern on the sill

Beside The bed, faded photographs

Of a smiling girl on a hill

Just a room

Known as number 3

Where the summer breeze doesn't blow

And her mind lives apart

In a long, long ago...

And the crowd rushes in the rope

Hey, I got here first, let me have a peek

See the ring? See the sable coat

What I earn a year, she can earn a week

And that man, he's her gigolo

Even though he chauffeurs her car

Well, so what

After all

She's a star

And she lives high up on a hill

With a swimming pool, and an iron gate

Once a prince traveled round the world

Just to pay a call and she made him wait

Every day in a tub on ice

They deliver fresh caviar

Well so what

After all

She's a star...

When she's there, way up on the screen

Isn't she a joy? isn't she a prize?

With her smile, silent and serene

And that little light shining in her eyes

Will forever stay as they are

She'll endure

That's for sure

She's a star...