Satellite Icehouse
On this page, discover the full lyrics of the song "Satellite" by Icehouse. Lyrxo.com offers the most comprehensive and accurate lyrics, helping you connect with the music you love on a deeper level. Ideal for dedicated fans and anyone who appreciates quality music.
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 toe
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, duzuduz ah darlin'
When are you coming down?
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 toe
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, duzuduz ah darlin'
When are you coming down?
Satellite, satellite
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!