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STARSTRUCK

lyrics: J. Morse © 1984

Piercing gaze
 Rays
  Bursts of fire
How they hypnotize
How they mesmerize
Twinkling stare
 Hair
  Smooth attire
I can't resist
Oh, please desist
Seductive walk
 Talk
  In candy tones
Her silken lines
She wines and dines
I want her so
 Oh
  I hear her moans
In my dreams
Sometimes it seems
Those crimson streams of passion, hopeless screams
Why can't I have her?
   Yesterday's gone, tomorrow to come
   Plans are made that come undone
   Relieve the tension, feel the passion
   Floodlit dreams, wrong reaction
   Reputation, what will come of it?
   Wrong persona, champing at the bit
   The gate is open, the ride has begun
   Opportunity - the dream is done
Hypnotized
 Criticized
  Firing line
They don't realize
The magic in her eyes
I'm no messiah
 Pariah
  But feeling fine
I've got all I need
I have no greed
I've all the luck
 Starstruck
  A puppet's toy
Possessing all
Yet still learning to crawl
They know I've won
 Run
  No more a boy
Maturity, or
Futility
My own obscurity takes me to infinity
Why do I have her?
   I've been swept beneath the doormat
   By all my dearest friends
   I wouldn't see that useless means
   Don't justify their ends
   The shock has hit, I'm all alone
   Isolated in the lens
   Of a heartless world with no sympathy
   Ruled by mindless trends

Crimson streams of passion, hopeless screams
Why can't I have her?
   Yesterday's gone, tomorrow to come
   Plans are made that come undone
   Relieve the tension, feel the passion
   Floodlit dreams, wrong reaction
   Reputation, what will come of it?
   Wrong persona, champing at the bit
   The gate is open, but I've regained my head
   Ignore my feelings, the nightmare's dead
Piercing gaze
 Rays
  Bursts of fire
How they hypnotize
How they mesmerize
Twinkling stare
 Hair
  Smooth attire
I can't resist
Oh, please desist
Seductive walk
 Talk
  In candy tones
Her silken lines
She wines and dines
I want her so
 Oh
  I hear her moans
In my dreams
Sometimes it seems
Those crimson streams of passion, hopeless screams
Why can't I have her?
Those crimson streams of passion, hopeless screams
No, I won't take her
   No more stars in my eyes