 She likes the boys in the band. She knows when they come to town. Every musician's fan after the curtain comes down. She waits at backstage doors for those who have prestige, who promise fortune and fame, a life that's so gary. She's saying that's okay. Hey, baby, do what you want. I'll be your night-loving thing. I'll be the freak you can talk. I don't care what you say. I want to go too far. I'll be your everything. If you make me your star,