She's the one
Naked in the sun
A hundred random numbers for some survey that she done
Martin Sheen infused with Bono's heart
She used to be retro 'til she fell apart
If the others won't come then the others aren't done
In their way, they've always called you Suzi
If it's out of control then it's out of control
It's not (you said it) but you are my sun
So shut up
She's adept at pissing on herself
It must've been the angle cos she's always soaking wet
She's the one
Baking in the sun
And a hundred random numbers for your secret son
You are my sun
You are my world