Satin Chic

You're so satin chic

Look rich, talking cheap

On your telephone

Won't be coming home

He's my man

Yeh he's my man

You don't understand

Dressed up lizard green

Celluloid seventeen

Lip gloss bold as blood

You got em linin' up

He's my man

Yeh he's my man

You don't understand

Racing through the stars

You killed me a while

My smile synchronized

For every one tonight

He's my man

Yeh he's my man

You don't understand