Stock Exchange - Miss Kittin, The Hacker

Shaking hands in the back of a Mercedes car

Same whiskies, colas, business, auto-bars

The wheel of high heals tears me apart

Like a Hallmark number one, broken heart

Attach case changes at my burden arm

Carrying the last top secret lucky charm

Sunglasses on my nose in the pouring rain

Dreaming about a hot bath, cutting my veins?

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Is it real this pink punk costume I wear

All the time to seduce japanese «hommes d’affaire»?

I can smell their expensive after shave

When they touch my bum in the lift of the Empire State

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Madonna is into the groove, in my cell-phone

Ringing like a non-stop metronome

My psy told me to go to a spa

But my jet is flying to Vienna, Austria

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