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 Racing through the stars You killed me awhile My smile synchronized For every one tonight He's my man Yeah he's my man You don't understand Ne Na Na Na Na Na Na