Lyrics to Satellite
SATELLITE (I. Davies)---------------------Satellite, satelliteSatellite, satelliteShe's got a wall full of pinupsAnd magazine photosShe teases her hairAs she tries on the posesJust stands at the T.V.While she's filing her nailsAnd sighs, "Maybe"And I am standing in lineWith the other stuffed toysWhile she's checking her diaryAnd painting her toeIs Friday or Saturday night?Well, who knows?She says, "Maybe"And there's space junk inside her headAnd she's, she's somewhere out thereSpinning like aSatellite, satelliteOh, duzuduz ah darlin'When are you coming down?Satellite, satelliteWell, she's studied the moviesOrdered all the right clothesIs she modeling Gretta GarboOr Maralyn Monroe?She can waste hours and hoursWith her friends on the phoneThey say, "Maybe"Leaves her lipstick and perfumeAll over the placeOnly sweets in the daytimeNever wears the same dressShe's in ecstasy nowShe's says, "Oo, that's the best!"I say, "Maybe"And there's space junk inside her headShe's somewhere out thereSpinning like aSatellite, satelliteSpace junk inside her headShe's somewhere out thereSpace junk inside her headShe's somewhere out there pinnin' like aSatelliteOh, duzuduz ah darlin'When are you coming down?Space junk inside her headShe's somewhere out thereSpinning like aSatelliteOh, duzuduz ah darlin'When are you coming down?Space junk inside her headShe's somewhere out thereSpinning like aSatellite, satelliteOh, duzuduz ah darlin'Space junk inside her head
Songwriters: Davies, Ivor Arthur / Wheeler, Paul Kenneth / Chapman, David Malcolm
Publisher: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Royalty Network, EMI Music Publishing
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Publisher: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Royalty Network, EMI Music Publishing
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