SATELLITE BABY
Satellite Baby, you burn brighter than the fireflies
Sending your signals like shooting stars over Hollywood skies
Take it off, baby, I wanna see you naked without your disguise
I’ll still catch your signals, baby, behind the sunglasses
of your eyes.
He’s a sinewy silhouette overshadowed by his complexities
Rambling around like a tattered paper doll dressed in his androgyny
Is he a she or is she a he? Why won’t you let her keep his
mystery?
Satellite Baby undress me.
Fly away, baby, like a phoenix over this simplicity
Let me cascade on your liberating wings so we can set the limitations
of your loneliness free
Knock me out, baby, break my skin and make me bleed
So I can show you that there’s more than pink within the shadows
of my color scheme.
He’s a sinewy silhouette overshadowed by his complexities
Rambling around like a tattered paper doll dressed in his androgyny
Is he a she or is she a he? Why won’t you let her keep his
mystery?
Satellite Baby undress me.
It isn’t fair that shooting stars can only be seen in the dark
So let the bright moonlight reflect the cuckolds of your seemingly
porcelain heart.
He’s a sinewy silhouette overshadowed by his complexities
Rambling around like a tattered paper doll dressed in his androgyny
Is he a she or is she a he? Why won’t you let her keep his
mystery?
Satellite Baby undress me.
Satellite Baby undress me.
Copyright Kelly Mantle 2006 |
