One more little drink asked the lady with a wink
As she hung on to her stool beside the bar
'No matter what they think' her face begin to sink
As she talked straight to the wall, 'I'm still a star', I'm still a star
They said I's gettin' old that I didn't fit the mould
And that the glitter and the gold were yester year
Well my existence bought their cars, their women and their fat cigars
In days when stars were stars it brings a tear, it brings a tear
She brushed her faded mink as she slinked a jaded slink
And prepared to meet the horde and flashin' lights
But though nobody was there the little lady didn't care
'Cos her imagination soared to dizzy heights, to dizzy heights
She came down with a bang as a voice said 'this way ma'am'
And the risin' star that fell faded from sight
And the door closed with a clang but she didn't give a damn
'Cos her stage was now a cell most every night, most every night
