Satellite

She's the queen of my weekend, I saw her standing near the Big Ben
As I came closer to her, the rain fell down once again
Down the pub by the alleyway, the taxi came she went away
Watched my football team lost again, and I felt sorry for myself

Spent my last days in misery, just to track her down in this town
I lost my wallet, I've spend it all when I try to pay my rent
Went over to my boys and the said HEY! mate wake up and smell the sweet Monday
Smoke it once, and I smoke it twice and at last everything's at rest

I keep my satellite I keep my satellite, but it's not you
I keep my satellite I keep my satellite, it's not you

Now I've found the one Now I've found the one
It's not you, still not you, still not you
Still not you



Credits
Writer(s): African Air Conditioner
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