Hang On to Yourself (Live|Stereo) - David Bowie

Well she's a tongue twisting storm

She will come to the show tonight

Praying to the light machine

She wants my honey not my money

She's a funky-thigh collector

Layin' on 'lectric dreams

So come on come on

We've really got a good thing going

Well come on well come on

If you think we're gonna make it

You better hang on to yourself

We don't dance much

We just ball and play

But then we move like tigers on vaseline

Well the bitter comes out

Better on a stolen guitar

You're the blessed

We're the spiders from Mars

So come on come on

We've really got a good thing going

Well come on well come on

If you think we're gonna make it

You better hang on to yourself

Come on

Come on come on

Come on

We've really got a good thing going

Well come on well come on

If you think we're gonna make it

You better hang on to yourself

Come on come on

We've really got a good thing going

Well come on well come on

If you think we're gonna make it

You better hang on to yourself

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