Satellite

Aimee Mann

Bachelor No. 2

Satellite

Let's assume you were right

And play the game of charm and strange

And satellite

And when we've all had our fun

Deflate the stars

And put away the sun

And so we can call it a day

Cause i'll never prove that my motives were pure

So let's remove any question of cure

Cause even though you've made it pretty obscure

Baby, it's clear, from here--

You're losing your atmosphere

From here, you're losing it

So let's assume it was true

Cause baby can't lift up a hand to swear to you

And what's the use of defense?

The hangers-on are too far gone for evidence

And that one was lost from the first

Cause i'll never prove that my motives were pure

So let's remove any question of cure

Cause even though you've made it pretty obscure

Baby, it's clear, from here--

You're losing your atmosphere

From here, you're losing it

So have it your way

Whatever makes the best resume

Whatever you can throw in

Wash, rinse and spin til it's

Spun away--okay

But i won't be sticking around

Cause i'll never prove that my motives were pure

So let's remove any question of cure

Cause even though you've made it pretty obscure

Baby, it's clear, from here--

You're losing your atmosphere

From here, you're losing it