Satellite, satellite, are you stupid? You shot your pictures through the air All the people on the Earth, they shot through it In a hope they'd disappear
Traduction: Kiss Kiss. Satellite.
dough before you find out what I had to blast you for Extreme laws for ones who did try to go against this Wet your shit up like a sloppy tongue kiss
me to I'd crawl on my knees just to get to you I close my eyes and girl it's true On a psychedelic space machine, galactic sugar high Like a caffeinated satellite
day The shifting wind just blows us on our way Here and there Our pockets full of things to say Oh my love I proudly represent you in this world Little satellite
To come showering down From Moscow to Mars Universe falling down You got to look real hard There's a fiery star Hidden out there somewhere Not the satellite
Ocean blue Deep and cool Rain on me Kiss the sea Clouds in space The Earth rotates Satellite ship 20th century trip
stand before you shining in the early morning sun When I feel the engines roar and I think of what we've done Oh the bittersweet reflection as we kiss
I wonder if you're out there listening to this song tonight Every single word bouncing off the satellite And if you are I hope that you can feel these
ground And if nothing else gets proved It's always faster than it sounds A star that shines so bright Would be eclipsed tonight When you kiss the satellite
the ground And if nothing else gets proved It's always faster than it sounds A star that shines so bright Would be eclipsed tonight When you kiss the satellite
Flash from your atomic gun now Hang a right at the next Zodiac sign Your kiss is mine Kiss so divine My supersonic baby Your kiss is mine Kiss so divine
there I see you Satellite Satellite my guiding light guiding light shining bright shining bright my guiding light Sa-Sa-Sa-Satellite Satellite Satellite Satellite
: As I look up to the sky today Well I can see you looking down on me It brings a smile to my face again Satellite It?s truly one of a kind, like
brothel meshing with sin Grippin' a bottle How many times I sat up in the night sky Craving to die, wanting to fly Knowing this was all a lie The succubus French kissed
