Satellite Icehouse

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