Icehouse

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  • Icehouse Icehouse - Satellite Lyrics

           

    Satellite, satellite
    Satellite, satellite

    She's got a wall full of pinups
    And magazine photos
    She teases her hair
    As she tries on the poses
    Just stands at the T.V.
    While she's filing her nails
    And sighs, "Maybe"

    And I am standing in line
    With the other stuffed toys
    While she's checking her diary
    And painting her toes
    Is Friday or Saturday night?
    Well, who knows?
    She says, "Maybe"

    And there's space junk inside her head
    And she's, she's somewhere out there
    Spinning like a
    Satellite, satellite
    Oh, dizzy, dizzy, darling
    When are you coming down?
    Satellite, satellite

    Well, she's studied the movies
    Ordered all the right clothes
    Is she modeling Gretta Garbo
    Or Maralyn Monroe?
    She can waste hours and hours
    With her friends on the phone
    They say, "Maybe"

    Leaves her lipstick and perfume
    All over the place
    Only sweets in the daytime
    Never wears the same dress
    She's in ecstasy now
    She's says, "Oo, that's the best!"
    I say, "Maybe"

    And there's space junk inside her head
    She's somewhere out there
    Spinning like a
    Satellite, satellite
    Space junk inside her head
    She's somewhere out there

    Space junk inside her head
    She's somewhere out there
    Spinnin' like a
    Satellite
    Oh, dizzy, dizzy, darling
    When are you coming down?
    Space junk inside her head
    She's somewhere out there
    Spinning like a
    Satellite

    Oh, dizzy, dizzy, darling
    When are you coming down?
    Space junk inside her head
    She's somewhere out there
    Spinning like a
    Satellite, satellite

    Oh, dizzy, dizzy, darling
    Space junk inside her head

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