All the people in your home town
And you were just a 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
All because you wanted
Yeah, you really wanted
Every night you wanted to be

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One of the little angels
That flies 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

[Chorus]

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

Well the people on the street now
They're 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

All the little angels
All the little angels

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