作曲 : Sture Zetterberg/Kasper Lindgren
Spending my time believing
That I'm flying like a cannonball
What if I'm just concealing
That I'm waiting for a star to fall
Won't you do me a favor
Won't you hit me up, baby
All this time I'm looking at my telephone
‘Cause I'm thinking of your hands
And the way you made them dance on me
On me

Make a wish
Take your pick
Let me out before I slip
Take your pick
Take your pick

Dynamite
You just blew my mind right now
Right now
Right right now
One more night
Baby come and show me how
Me how
Show me how
You just blew my mind right now
You just blew my mind right now
Nothin' ain't got no purpose
It's like I threw the dice and lost it all
But when I'm around you I get a bit nervous
Like in a plane before it's taking off
Make a wish
Take your pick
Let me out before I slip
Take your pick
Take your pick
Uh uh
Make a wish
Take your pick
Let me out before I slip
Take your pick
Take your pick
Dynamite
You just blew my mind right now
Right now
Right right now
One more night
Baby come and show me how
Me how
Show me how
Dynamite
You just blew my mind right now
Right now
Right right now
One more night
Baby come and show me how
Me how
Show me how
You just blew my mind right now
You just blew my mind right now
Right now
Right right now
You just blew my mind right now
Show me how
Make a wish
Take your pick
Let me out before I slip
Take your pick
Take your pick
Uh uh
Make a wish
Take your pick
Let me out before I slip
Take your pick
Take your pick
Hey