D.J.

She took a cab uptown
And if you didn't talk to her
You know what, well, you deserve it

She was at your athletic center
She was looking really tan
No longer dating stan

And you say
"oh, girl, what do you mean
When you say you'll go clean?
You're the laughter of that little boy."
So many little pecks that's how she likes to kiss
Where's the music?
Where's the dj tonight?
Where's the dj tonight?

In this soho palace,
My golden bracelet gleams
I'm a policeman's dream
As he dozes off on prince street, yeah

She's cooking in a frying pan
Watching the shadows made by sycamores
And she says
That sometimes in my sleep
I hear the bugs on the wall
And sometimes they fall
And then they used to wake me
Just like angels...

And you say
"oh, girl, what do you mean
When you say you'll go clean?
You're the laughter of that little boy."
So many little pecks that's how she likes to kiss
Where's the music?
Where's the dj tonight?
Where's the dj tonight?



Credits
Writer(s): David Bowie, Carlos Alomar, Brian Peter George Eno
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