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Sex Pistols
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Satellite
Lyricist:Paul Thomas Cook, Steve Jones Edmonds, John Lydon, Glen Matlock
Suburban kid, you got no name Too dumb, baby and you got no brain I bet you're all so happy in suburbian dreams But I'm only laughin' 'cause you ain't in my scheme
Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you
I only ever listen when you're on the phone From your safety, restricted zone home But when I got nothin' better to do Then there's always you 'cause you're good for my shoe
Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You try and join the scene but you're too obscene You're lookin' like a big, fat, pink, baked bean Lookin' like a dirty lavatory There ain't no bid for your chastity
Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you I'm in love, yeah, yeah I'm in love, oh don't you feel that?
You know I don't like where you come from It's just a satellite of London But when you look me in the eye Just remember that I wanna die
Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you
[Incomprehensible]but I just can't tell You're lookin' like you just came outta hell How did you figure that you'd be any use When all you're gonna get is my abuse
Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you I'm in love, I'm really in love, oh don't you feel it? I'm in love
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