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

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


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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