Lyrics:

Alison Goldfrapp told Elegy:
This is the story of a girl, a love story told in a very satirical tone'
You're so satin chic
Look rich, talking cheap
On your telephone
Won't be coming home
He's my man
Yeah, he's my man
You don't understand

Dressed up lizard green
Celluloid seventeen
Lip gloss bold as blood
You got 'em linin' up
He's my man
Yeah, he's my man
You don't understand

Ne na na na na na na
Ne na na na na na na
Ne na na na na na na
Ne na na na na na

Racing through the stars
You killed me a while
My smile synchronised
For everyone tonight
He's my man
Yeah, he's my man
You don't understand

Ne na na na na na na
Ne na na na na na na
Ne na na na na na na
Ne na na na na na

Ne na na na na na na
Ne na na na na na na
Ne na na na na na na
Ne na na na na na