Hang onto yourself/ David BowieThe Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars[ 1978] |
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She's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight Praying to the light machine She wants my honey not money she's a funky-thigh collector Layin' on 'lectric dreams 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 around like tigers on vaseline The bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar You're the blessed, we're the spiders from Mars 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 |