You're so satin chic
Look rich talking cheap
On your telephone
Won't be comin' home
He's my man
Yeah he's my man
You don't understand
Ne na na na na na na na
Dressed up in lizard green
Celluloid seventeen
Lip gloss bold as blood
You got 'em linin' up
Racing through the stars
You killed me a while
My smile synchronized
For everyone tonight