Stock Exchange Lyrics - Singles - Miss Kittin And The Hacker

Shaking hands in the back of a Mercedes car, 

same whiskies, colas, business, auto-bars. 

The wheel of high heals tears me apart 

like a Hallmark number one, broken heart. 

Attach case changes at my burden arm 

carrying the last top secret lucky charm. 

Sunglasses on my nose in the pouring rain 

dreaming about a hot bath, cutting my veins? 

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Is it real this pink punk costume I wear, 

all the time to seduce japanese "hommes d'affaire"? 

I can smell their expensive after shave, 

when they touch my bum in the lift of the Empire State. 

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Madonna is into the groove, in my cell-phone 

ringing like a non-stop metronome. 

My psy told me to go to a spa, 

but my jet is flying to Vienna, Austria. 

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