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Oh, Lord, If you ain't busy up there, I ask for help with a prayer So please don't give me the air Oh, hear me Lord, I wanna see Garbo in person With Gable when they rehearsin' While some director is cursin'. Please let me open up my eyes at seven And find I'm looking through the Golden Gate And walking right into my movie heaven, While some executive tells me I'll be great Oh, Lord, I know how friendly you are If I'm not going too far, Be nice and make me a star. From Letras Mania