All the people in your hometown

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