Miss Kittin & The Hacker - Stock exchange lyrics

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 Sungla**es on my nose in the pouring rain Dreaming about a hot bath, cutting my veins? Stock exchange woman Ex-change 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 Stock exchange woman Ex-change 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 Stock exchange woman Ex-change Ex-change Woman Ex-change Stock Ex-change Woman