Satin Chic Through the Mystic Mix, Dimension 11: The Flaming Lips Songtext
von Goldfrapp

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


He′s my man
Yeah he's my man
You don′t understand
Ne Na Na Na Na Na Na

Racing through the stars
You killed me awhile
My smile synchronized
For every one tonight

He's my man
Yeah he′s my man
You don't understand
Ne Na Na Na Na Na Na

He′s my man
Yeah he's my man
Yeah he's my man
You don′t understand
You don′t understand
You don't understand
You don′t understand