Scott Wittman - At Your Feet lyrics

Darling every Saturday it's our tradition I give you a nickel for a day's admission Then mommy has to run Ah, but that won't stop your fun Cause you get to see whose shoes you fit Hey, Grauman! Can you babysit? Mom, do you have to leave me alone here? Norma Jeane, you know I have to work and what do you mean alone? This place is full of people! And not just people, stars! Nothing bad could ever happen to you here! Some folks wish on stars above They want money, fame and love We like our stars more concrete So the stars that you're wishin' on are At your feet Some like night to dream what's not We prefer this sunny spot To see the light, and feel the heart When the stars that you're wishin' on are At your feet I have to work each Saturday So my baby sees the matinee You watch the movie, then rush out And put your left foot and your right foot in And shake those dreams about Most girls dream to touch the sky Wide awake is when we fly Down the boulevard Where it's hard to not feel high Where you hear the song, and feel the beat Cause the stars that you're wishin' on are At your feet Now go on, Norma Jeane, go see whose hands match yours! Momma, who's your favorite? Mary Pickford, Clara Bow Their impressions make a show And you're in a front row seat Where the stars that you're wishin' on are At your feet Tap in time with Fred Astaire Maybe someday, you'll be there Ginger Rogers, can't compete When the stars that you're wishin' on are At your feet We don't watch the skies for a star's ascent We prefer a square of wet cement With famous names that fill the screen And maybe someday one will spell out "Norma Jeane!" Maybe someday one will spell out "Norma Jeane!" It's showtime, let the dream begin With each star who's ever been Step inside the footsteps that you should follow in So, I leave you in the best of hands In this most Chinese of wonderlands Your dreams will truly be complete When the stars that you're wishin' on are At your feet! Ain't she sweet!