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 headTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
