Hang On To Yourself Lyrics by David Bowie
Album : Stage , The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust ...
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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
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