Music Service


Lyrics by: David Bowie
(did not chart)


Well, she's a tongue twisting storm She will come to the show tonight Praying to the light machine

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She wants my honey, not my money She's a funky-thigh collector Laying on electric dreams (CHORUS) Well, come on, come on We've really got a good thing going Well, come on, well, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself We can't dance We don't talk much We just ball and play But then we move Like tigers on vaseline Well, the bitter comes out better On a stolen guitar You're the blessed We're the Spiders from Mars (CHORUS) Come on, oh Lay it on (CHORUS) 2X Come on, come on Come on, come on Come on, come on.....


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