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      Sex Pistols

      Album: Filthy Lucre Live

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      Sex Pistols - Satellite Música y Letra

      Suburban kid, you got no name
      Too dumb, baby and you got no brain
      I bet you're all so happy in suburbian dreams
      But I'm only laughin' 'cause you ain't in my scheme
      
      Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you
      
      I only ever listen when you're on the phone
      From your safety, restricted zone home
      But when I got nothin' better to do
      Then theres always you 'cause you're good for my shoe
      
      Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you
      
      You try and join the scene but you're too obscene
      Youre lookin' like a big, fat, pink, baked bean
      Lookin' like a dirty lavatory
      There ain't no bid for your chastity
      
      Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you
      Im in love, yeah, yeah I'm in love, oh don't you feel that?
      
      You know I don't like where you come from
      It's just a satellite of London
      But when you look me in the eye
      Just remember that I wanna die
      
      Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you
      
      [Incomprehensible] but I just can't tell
      Youre lookin' like you just came outta hell
      How did you figure that you'd be any use
      When all you're gonna get is my abuse
      
      Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you
      I'm in love, I'm really in love, oh don't you feel it? I'm in love

      Sex Pistols - Satellite Música y Letra

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