Private Dancers

Supersonica

Private Dancers


Her name starts with L
She's better than Gisele
You'll never have that girl
You buy yourself a pill

She's the life of the party
She knows everybody
Instead of getting close
You'll get an overdose

Red, red wine
White, white lines
If you're feeling blue
Go for something new

Take a supersonic
A supersonic
A supersonic train
For her heart

His name starts with S
He's just so hard to impress
He wrote some thick, thick books
You like the way he looks

He belongs to no party
Won't bend for anybody
You don't know half the things
He knows 'bout human beings

And Wittgenstein
And James Joyce
If you're feeling bored
Babe, you have no choice

Take a supersonic 
Take a supersonic
Take a supersonic train
For his mind

S-U-P… 
E-R-S… 
O-N-I... 
C... 
Train

Having problems to concentrate?
So many faces to associate
With silly nicknames and things you hate
It doesn't help when everybody calls you "mate"