Satellite Lyrics - Bachelor No. 2 - Aimee Mann

Let's assume you were right 

And play the game of charm and strange 

And satellite 

And when we've all had our fun 

Deflate the stars 

And put away the sun 

And so we can call it a day 

Cause I'll never prove that my motives were pure 

So let's remove any question of cure 

Cause even though you've made it pretty obscure 

Baby, it's clear, from here-- 

You're losing your atmosphere 

From here, you're losing it 

So let's assume it was true 

Cause baby can't lift up a hand to swear to you 

And what's the use of defense? 

The hangers-on are too far gone for evidence 

And that one was lost from the first 

Cause I'll never prove that my motives were pure 

So let's remove any question of cure 

Cause even though you've made it pretty obscure 

Baby, it's clear, from here-- 

You're losing your atmosphere 

From here, you're losing it 

So have it your way 

Whatever makes the best resume 

Whatever you can throw in 

Wash, rinse and spin til it's 

Spun away--okay 

But I won't be sticking around 

Cause I'll never prove that my motives were pure 

So let's remove any question of cure 

Cause even though you've made it pretty obscure 

Baby, it's clear, from here-- 

You're losing your atmosphere 

From here, you're losing it