David Bowie Lyrics
"Hang On To Yourself"
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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 'letric dreams
Chorus:
So come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going
Come on, come on, if you think we're gonna make it
You better hang on to yourself
We can't dance, we don't talk much, just ball and play
But then we move around like tigers on vaseline
The bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar
You're the blessed, we're the spiders from Mars
Repeat Chorus
Praying to the light machine
She wants my honey not my money she's a funky-thigh collector
Layin on 'letric dreams
Chorus:
So come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going
Come on, come on, if you think we're gonna make it
You better hang on to yourself
We can't dance, we don't talk much, just ball and play
But then we move around like tigers on vaseline
The bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar
You're the blessed, we're the spiders from Mars
Repeat Chorus
This song is from the album "The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars", "Stage", "Live In Santa Monica 72", "Live Santa Monica 72", "Bowie At The Beeb: The Best Of The Bbc Radio Sessions 68 - 72", "Deluxe Ziggy Stardust", "A Reality Tour" and "Bowie At The Beeb: The Best Of The Bbc Radio Sessions 68 - 72".