Lyrics
David Bowie
Well she's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight
Praying to the light machine
She wants my honey not my money she's a funky-thigh collector
Layin' on 'lectric dreams
[Chorus]
So 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 x 3]
Come on, ah, come on, ah (repeat ad inf.)
Written by BOWIE, DAVID
Published by EMI Music Publishing
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Well she's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight
Praying to the light machine
She wants my honey not my money she's a funky-thigh collector
Layin' on 'lectric dreams
[Chorus]
So 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 x 3]
Come on, ah, come on, ah (repeat ad inf.)
Written by BOWIE, DAVID
Published by EMI Music Publishing
Lyrics Provided By LyricFind Inc.