When you were just a teen
Said that you were pretty
Like in the magazine
so you left your hometown
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
Oh because you wanted
Yeah, you really wanted
Every night you wanted to be
One of the little angels
That fly between the stars
One of the little angels
In 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 door
For all the little angels
So you got yourself an agent
And you made a little deal
They got you on the TV
And everyone agreed
You had the charm and the appeal
So you bought yourself a house in the Hollywood Hills
You bought yourself a tan
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
One of the little angels
That fly between the stars
One of the little angels
In a pretty little car
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
Gettin' 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
All the little angels
All the little angels
