Today's lyric:
"He pulled on a cigarette, in the crook of his first finger
Felt the static electric charge of her perfect hour-glass figure
As he undressed her with his eyes, her weakness was his talent
How could she know as she stepped through the lights
That her dress would become transparent?
And with his face pressed to the screen,
He muttered words he'd never dare to say if she could see him.
All over the world at the very same time, people sharing the same cheap sensation
The thrill of watching somebody watching those forbidden things we never mention."
Elvis Costello feat. Chryssie Hynde: "Satellite"
From the album: "Spike"
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
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