Western Star Lyrics
Sun, she burns mean and big
I think I'll go to Cafe Noir
Big screen turns me on
I'm going to be your western star
How hard can it be?
I get my freon bingo
Inside your coolly soft sarong
Rolling on the moquette
Inside a cul-de-sac kampong
How hard can it be?
[Chorus]
How hard can it be?
When you're a western star
Shining and free?
Don't you know that a star burns best?
How hard can it be?
I said now
How hard can it be?
She's so sentimental
She's got my picture in her head
The tool man is in her dreams
I was lifted when she said:
How hard can it be?
[Chorus]
Now he's headed skyward
Standing up on piles of plywood
And all he thinks about is how he
Looks like Heroes-period Bowie
And his figure blocks the light
And he takes away the night
And he's dancing to the new bolero
Yo soy un pistolero,
I'm not shaking in my boots
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I'm ruler of this moon, boy
So if you move I shoots
How hard can it be?
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
How hard can it be?
Dancing to the new bolero
Dancing to the new bolero
Dancing to the new bolero
Dancing to the new bolero
Dancing to the new bolero
