[Verse 1]
My heart is taken, it's not lost in space
And I don't want to see your mooney, mooney face
I say, "Why on Earth do you revolve around me?
Aren't you aware of the gravity?"
Don't need another satellite
[Verse 2]
I'm happy standing on my feet of clay
I have no wish to swim your Milky, Milky Way
I say, "Why on Earth do you send your letters 'round here
Only to gum up the atmosphere?"
Don't need another satellite
[Chorus 1]
So circling we'll orbit another year
Two worlds that won't collide
So circling we'll orbit another year
Moon still tries to steal the tide away
[Post-Chorus 1]
Fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa, ta-ta-ta
Don't need another satellite
Fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa, ta-ta-ta
Don't need another satellite
[Verse 3]
Abort your mission let's just say you tried
Before you glimpse I have a darker, darker side
I say, "Why in Heaven's name do you come on these trips
Only to freeze in a total eclipse?"
Don't need another satellite
[Chorus 2]
So circling we'll orbit another year
Two worlds that won't collide
So circling we'll orbit another year
Moon still tries to steal the tide away
Don't need another satellite
[Chorus]
Fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa, ta-ta-ta
Don't need another satellite
Fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa, ta-ta-ta
Don't need another satellite
Fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa, ta-ta-ta
Don't need another satellite
Fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa, ta-ta-ta
Don't need another satellite
Fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa, ta-ta-ta
Don't need another satellite
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