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Sex Pistols - Kiss This - Satellite
Kiss This
01. Anarchy in the U.K.
02. God Save the Queen
03. Pretty Vacant
04. Holidays in the Sun
05. I Wanna Be Me
06. Did You No Wrong
07. No Fun
08. Satellite
09. Don't Give Me No Lip, Child
10. (I'm Not Your) Stepping Stone
11. Bodies
12. No Feelings
13. Liar
14. Problems
15. Seventeen
16. Submission
17. New York
18. EMI (Unlimited Edition)
19. My Way
20. Silly Thing
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 there? s 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
You're 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
I'm 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

You look at me but I just can't tell
You're 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