Текст (слова) песни: Bowie David - Hang On To Yourself
She`s a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight Praying to the light machine She wants my honey not my money she`s a funky-thigh collector Layin` on `lectric dreams CHORUS So come on, come on, we`ve really got a good thing going Come on, come on, if you think we`re gonna make it You better hang on to yourself We can`t dance, don`t talk much, just ball and play But then we move like tigers on vaseline The bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar You`re the blessed, we`re the spiders from Mars CHORUS
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