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

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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