David Bowie

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              F#m
Well, she's a tongue twisting storm,
          A
she will come to the show tonight
  B                         F#m A B
Praying to the light machine
             F#m
She wants my honey not my money,
        A
she's a funky-thigh collector
 B                       F#m A B
Laying on electric dreams

Chorus:
          C        D
Well come on, come on,
       C                       D
we've really got a good thing going
          C             D
Well come on, well come on,
         C
if you think we're gonna make it
     A                     D C G D C G
You better hang on to yourself

We can't dance, we don't talk much,
we just ball and play
But then we move like tigers on Vaseline
Well, the bitter comes out better
on a stolen guitar
You're the Blessed, we're The Spiders From Mars

chorus

Come on
Lay it on.

chorus (x2)