All the people in your hometown   When you were just a teen   Said that you were pretty   Like in the magazine      And so you left your hometown   To try out for the part   There everybody's pretty little angels   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      One of the little angels   That flies between the stars   One of the little angels   In the pretty little car      So you read a little less   And you smoke a little more   Waiting in the lines for them to open up the door   For all the little angels      So you got yourself an agent   And you made a little deal   They've 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 where everybody wants you   Oh, they really want you   Every night they want you to be      One of the little angels   That flies between the stars   One of the little angels   In a pretty little car      So you read 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      Alright      Now you drink a little more   Your family's talking to the press   And the movie didn't score   So you read a little less, just a little bit less      Well, the people on the street now   Getting kinda 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   All the little angels   All the little angels