Roxy Girl
The Radiators From Space
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Here comes Suzy, star of the show
Caked in lashes and self-makeup
War paint eyes, lovely fear
One thing she makes crystal clear
She's high on IQ, and my cue's the eye
If I don't score tonight, I think I'll die
I hold the aces, you hold the key
Come on over here and show it to me
Roxy girl, it's a crying shame
Started pokin' out, and I'm in the game
Roxy girl, you're the mother of pearls
Get out of here
Stop your clique
Got high heels, 'cause they help me get high
Jeans skintight, close to your thigh
See me over, pose for a while
You're a smarty girl, says you got style
You move your body like a glass of champagne
Towards the back seat, I'm going insane
You pulled me over, what a surprise
With your wrap-around shades and your wrap-around thighs
Roxy girl, it's a crying shame
Started pokin' out, and I'm in the game
Roxy girl, you're the mother of pearls
Get out of here
Stop your clique
You're all dressed up, and there's nowhere to go
Music papers keep you in the know
Uppers, downers, give 'em a whirl
Alien out in a TV world
Drop you a line when I move away
You'll get the message, got something to say
She's on OJ, gone way off raw
You got the key, now open the door
Roxy girl, it's a crying shame
Started pokin' out, and I'm in the game
Roxy girl, you're the mother of pearls
Get out of here
Stop your clique