Goldfrapp Lyrics
9. Satin Chic
You're so satin chic Look rich, talking cheap On your telephone Won't be coming home He's my man Yeh he's my man You don't understand Dressed up lizard green Celluloid seventeen Lip gloss bold as blood You got em linin' up He's my man Yeh he's my man You don't understand Racing through the stars You killed me a while My smile synchronized For every one tonight He's my man Yeh he's my man You don't understand
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