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I must have died and gone to Heaven |
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'Cos it was a quarter past eleven |
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On a Saturday in 1999 |
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Right across on where I'm standing |
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On a dance floor she was landing |
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It was clear that she was from another time |
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Like some baby Barbarella |
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With the stars as her umbrella |
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She asked me if I liked to magnetize |
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Do I have to go star-trekking |
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'Cos it's you I should be checking |
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So she laser beamed me with her cosmic eyes |
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She's just a cosmic girl |
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From another galaxy |
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My heart's at zero gravity |
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She's from a cosmic world |
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Putting me in ecstasy |
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Transmitting on my frequency |
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She's cosmic |
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I'm scanning all my radars |
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Well she said she's from a quasar |
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Forty thousand million light years away |
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It's a distant solar system |
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I tried to phone but they don't list 'em |
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So I asked her for a number all the same |
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She said, step in my transporter |
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So I can teleport ya |
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All around my heavenly body |
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This could be a close encounter |
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I should take care not to flounder |
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Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face |
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She's just a cosmic girl |
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From another galaxy |
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My heart's at zero gravity |
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She's from a cosmic world |
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Putting me in ecstasy |
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Transmitting on my frequency |
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She's cosmic |
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Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face |
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Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face |
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Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face |
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Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face |
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Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face |
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Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face |
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Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face |
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Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face |
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She's just a cosmic girl |
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From another galaxy |
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Transmitting on my frequency |
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Yeah cosmic, oh |
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Can't you be my cosmic woman? |
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I need you, I want you |
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To be my cosmic girl for the rest of time |
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Oh, I'm doing my love |
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Oh, my cosmic girl, yeah |
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She [Incomprehensible] |
