Satellite, satellite
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Satellite, satellite
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She's got a wall full of pinups
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And magazine photos
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She teases her hair
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As she tries on the poses
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Just stands at the T.V.
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While she's filing her nails
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And sighs, "Maybe"
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And I am standing in line
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With the other stuffed toys
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While she's checking her diary
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And painting her toes
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Is Friday or Saturday night?
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Well, who knows?
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She says, "Maybe"
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And there's space junk inside her head
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And she's, she's somewhere out there
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Spinning like a
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Satellite, satellite
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Oh, dizzy, dizzy, darling
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When are you coming down?
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Satellite, satellite
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Well, she's studied the movies
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Ordered all the right clothes
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Is she modeling Gretta Garbo
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Or Maralyn Monroe?
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She can waste hours and hours
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With her friends on the phone
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They say, "Maybe"
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Leaves her lipstick and perfume
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All over the place
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Only sweets in the daytime
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Never wears the same dress
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She's in ecstasy now
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She's says, "Oo, that's the best!"
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I say, "Maybe"
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And there's space junk inside her head
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She's somewhere out there
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Spinning like a
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Satellite, satellite
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Space junk inside her head
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She's somewhere out there
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Space junk inside her head
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She's somewhere out there
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Spinnin' like a
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Satellite
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Oh, dizzy, dizzy, darling
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When are you coming down?
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Space junk inside her head
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She's somewhere out there
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Spinning like a
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Satellite
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Oh, dizzy, dizzy, darling
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When are you coming down?
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Space junk inside her head
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She's somewhere out there
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Spinning like a
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Satellite, satellite
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Oh, dizzy, dizzy, darling
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Space junk inside her head
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Satellite
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