Satin Chic

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