I'm a mama-papa coming for you
I'm the space invader, I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you
Keep your mouth shut, you're squawking like a pink monkey bird
And I'm busting up my brains for the words
Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah!
Don't fake it baby, lay the real thing on me
The church of man, love, is such a holy place to be
Make me baby, make me know you really care
Make me jump into the air
Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah! (repeat x3)
Freak out, far out, in out
Yeah, I know....but it's my blog and I can put up whatever I want.
1 comment:
"Yeah, I know....but it's my blog and I can put up whatever I want."
David Bowie is ok. He's made some pretty good music. I'm gonna worry about you when you start posting lyrics from the "Starlite Vocal Band" or some shit.
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