The B-52's - Bouncing Off the Satellites

Ain't It a Shame

Flying saucers could land
And it wouldn't make much difference to my man
I could walk aboard and thank the Lord
And we'll leave this damn town in seconds flat
Check my bags and never come back

Oh, our love is
Like a fuse that's burned out
Oh, our love is
Like a fuse that's burned out

Oh, I've been unkind
Not like you
Ain't I ashamed
Being misused?

Oh, our love is
Like a fuse that's burned out
Oh, our love is
Like a fuse that's burned out

I liked your Chevy Duster
I liked your brand new trailer
I liked your color TV
But you looked at that color TV
More than me, more than me

Oh, our love is
Like a fuse that's burned out
Oh, our love is
Like a fuse that's burned out

Oh, our love is
Like a fuse that's burned out
Oh, our

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Writer(s): Julian Strickland, Cynthia Wilson, Catherine Pierson, Frederick Schneider, Rickey Wilson
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