Vista previa
You´re so satin chic
Look rich, talking cheap
On your telephone
Won´t be coming home
He´s my man
Yeah he´s my man
You don´t understand
Ne Na Na Na Na Na Na
Dressed up lizard green
Celluloid seventeen
Lip gloss bold as blood
You got em linin´ up
Racing through the stars
You killed me awhile
My smile synchronized
For every one tonight