Satin Chic - Goldfrapp, The Flaming Lips

You’re so satin chic

Look rich, talking cheap

On your telephone

Won’t be coming home

He’s my man

Yeah he’s my man

You don’t understand

Ne Na Na Na Na Na Na Dressed up lizard green

Celluloid seventeen

Lip gloss bold as blood

You got em linin’up

Racing through the stars

You killed me awhile

My smile synchronized

For every one tonight