Hang On To Yourself — текст песни (bowie david)

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
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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
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