They came out to see him play
And brought along some dotted lines
Said, "he's gonna be a goldmine
In six months' time"
And now my boyfriend is a rock star

Everybody knows his name
He lives inside the radio
Strangers beg us for his autograph
And his right hand
We'll, you'll just have to wait in line, girls

We go to parties every weekend
And drive around in limousines
I don't hafta pay for skool no more
( a m a z i n g ! )
Boy, do I know how to pick them

I know my days are numbered
As soon as he rubs elbows
With a pretty foreign actress
He'll let me go

Grab the martinis while they're free
Purses to go with all my shoes
Walk with his arm and pose for photographs
In tabloid rags
Make sure you get my good side

I really could get used to this

Lyrics submitted by delial

Media Darling song meanings
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