She looked like she learned to dance from a
  series of still pictures
  She's madly excited now, she throws her hands
  up like a tulip
  She looks like an illustration of a cocktail party
  Where cartoon bubbles burst in the air,
  champagne rolls off her tongue
  Like a second language
  And it should have been her biggest night
  The satellite looks down on her as she begins
  to cry
  
  All over the world at the very same time people
  sharing the same sorrow
  As the satellite looks down her darkest hour is
  somebody's bright tomorrow
  
  He pulled on a cigarette, in the crook of his
  first finger
  Felt the static electric charge of her perfect
  hour-glass figure
  As he undressed her with his eyes her weakness
  was his talent
  How could she know as she stepped through
  the lights, that her dress would become
  transparent
  And with his face pressed to the screen, he
  muttered words he'd never dare to say if she
  could see him
  
  All over the world at the very same time
  People sharing the same cheap sensation the
  thrill of watching somebody watching those
  forbidden things we never mention
  
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  The satellite looks down right now and forever
  What it has pulled apart let no man tether his
  own body to his dream,
  His dream to someone else
  Oh no, oh no.
  
  She went back to a pitiful compromise
  He'd go back to his family
  But for the matter of a thousand miles that
  separated them entirely
  In the hot unloving spotlight, with secrets
  it arouses
  Now they both know what it's like inside a
  pornographer's trousers
  And in a funny way it's anonymous, the satellite
  it blesses us and makes these dreams come
  true... All over the world
  
  Chorus