Cosmic Mannequin

Chorus

Wait I was told I was a rocket man

Not a mannequin in a silver suit

I thought this was a tactical plan

But this fabric feels like forbidden fruit

Ground Control can you hear the panic

Look at these sequins they are purely manic

Verse 1

Why am I cinched at the waistline

Straps digging deep where the stars don't even shine

Glitter on my visor

Nobody told me I'd need a hair disguise or a corset

Pre-Chorus

Is it gravity

Or is it just the lace

Checking my vanity

Before I leave this place

I am lost in the frills

I am high on the spills

Chorus

Wait I was told I was a rocket man

Not a mannequin in a silver suit

I thought this was a tactical plan

But this fabric feels like forbidden fruit

Ground Control can you hear the panic

Look at these sequins they are purely manic

Verse 2

Satin against the cold metal seat

Tight leather leggings making it hard to feel my feet

Needle and thread

Sewn into the suit until my circulation is dead

Pre-Chorus

Is it gravity

Or is it just the lace

Checking my vanity

Before I leave this place

I am lost in the frills

I am high on the spills

Chorus

Wait I was told I was a rocket man

Not a mannequin in a silver suit

I thought this was a tactical plan

But this fabric feels like forbidden fruit

Ground Control can you hear the panic

Look at these sequins they are purely manic

Bridge

(Choir)

Gotta look good in space

(Ground Control)

Fashion is the mission

(Choir)

Gotta look good in space

(Ground Control)

Glamour is the fission

It is tight

It is bright

It is just right

Verse 3

Lycra stretched across my dignity

Performing a solo in the vast infinity

Checking the mirror for a glint

Oxygen is low but I am fresh as peppermint

Pre-Chorus

Is it gravity

Or is it just the lace

Checking my vanity

Before I leave this place

I am lost in the frills

I am high on the spills

Chorus

Wait I was told I was a rocket man

Not a mannequin in a silver suit

I thought this was a tactical plan

But this fabric feels like forbidden fruit

Ground Control can you hear the panic

Look at these sequins they are purely manic

Verse 4

Ten million miles and my heels are still high

Floating past Jupiter and I look like a prize

Glitter in the intake valve

Applying the makeup like a medicinal salve

Chorus

Wait I was told I was a rocket man

Not a mannequin in a silver suit

I thought this was a tactical plan

But this fabric feels like forbidden fruit

Ground Control can you hear the panic

Look at these sequins they are purely manic

Chorus

Wait I was told I was a rocket man

Not a mannequin in a silver suit

I thought this was a tactical plan

But this fabric feels like forbidden fruit

Ground Control can you hear the panic

Look at these sequins they are purely manic

Verse 5

Buttons made of pearls

Watching the cosmos as it swirls

One wrong move and the lace will tear

I am the only diva in the atmosphere

Verse 6

This is not my bag

Tied to a rocket like a velvet rag

Sparkling brighter than a binary sun

Tell my mother that the wardrobe won

Verse 7

My oxygen tank matches my shoes

If I crash at least I make the evening news

A star-born peacock in a synthetic skin

Ready for the show to begin

Verse 8

Goodbye planet of boring cotton

Let my humble clothes be long forgotten

If I burn out in a blaze of glory

At least I told a fashionable story