Miss Kittin and 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