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TV Star - The new single from Du Blonde's upcoming album 'Sniff More Gritty'. Director - Beth Jeans Houghton Co-Director - Ellen Dixon Co-Director - Kelsey McNamee Director of Photography - Ellen Dixon Director of Photography - Kelsey McNamee Starring Pete Chekvala as the 'TV Star' Production Assistance - Christine Jeans Production Assistance - Ben Jeans Houghton Production Assistance - Juan Iglesias Editing and Animation - Beth Jeans Houghton Lyrics: Congratulations, you’re TV Star Hit the big-time, bought a brand new car Was it worth it? And do you know who you are? Walking beams and selling dreams to all the little people Baby, is it cold up there? Looking down on the life you left All your friends think that you once were the best But now you’re wheeling, dealing dreams to all the little people Fate was on my mind back then But don’t worry baby, it’s all pretend Just take the key out of the ignition Walk myself back home and ‘boom!’ We’re just friends You take my heart in your jaw Clamp down and chew it some more You take my liver and deliver one more shot to the core You got a taste for the meat The tiny pieces of me I tried my best just to impress A happy-go-lucky boy Good boy, on your way back home Mom and Dad think that you’re all alone But they don’t see all the cocaine you’ve blown Up your nose, your eyes a-glow with all the expectation Sit back In the motel bed Switch the channels like you switch your meds And then you see it On the screen, feel the dread You’re screaming sweetly from the TV Like you own the station Fate was on my mind back then But don’t worry baby it’s all pretend Just take the paper and the ball-chain pen Sign the dotted line and ‘boom!’ We’re just friends You take my heart in your jaw Clamp down and chew it some more You take my liver and deliver one more shot to the core You got a taste for the meat The tiny pieces of me I tried my best just to impress A happy-go-lucky boy Fate was on my mind back then But don’t worry baby it’s all pretend Just take the paper and the ball-chain pen Sign the dotted line and ‘boom’ We’re just friends You take my heart in your jaw Clamp down and chew it some more You take my liver and deliver one more shot to the core ‘We’re just friends!’ You got a taste for the meat The tiny pieces of me I tried my best just to impress A happy-go-lucky boy ‘We’re just friends!’ ‘We’re just friends!’ ‘We’re just friends!’
