Satellite - Icehouse

Satellite, satellite

Satellite, satellite

She’s got a wall full of pinups

And magazine photos

She teases her hair

As she tries on the poses

Just stands at the T. V

While she’s filing her nails

And sighs, «Maybe»

And I am standing in line

With the other stuffed toys

While she’s checking her diary

And painting her toe

Is Friday or Saturday night?

Well, who knows?

She says, «Maybe»

And there’s space junk inside her head

And she’s, she’s somewhere out there

Spinning like a

Satellite, satellite

Oh, duzuduz ah darlin'

When are you coming down?

Satellite, satellite

Well, she’s studied the movies

Ordered all the right clothes

Is she modeling Gretta Garbo

Or Maralyn Monroe?

She can waste hours and hours

With her friends on the phone

They say, «Maybe»

Leaves her lipstick and perfume

All over the place

Only sweets in the daytime

Never wears the same dress

She’s in ecstasy now

She’s says, «Oo, that’s the best!»

I say, «Maybe»

And there’s space junk inside her head

She’s somewhere out there

Spinning like a

Satellite, satellite

Space junk inside her head

She’s somewhere out there

Space junk inside her head

She’s somewhere out there