| She was out there, looking like a lighthouse
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| Lit up like a Christmas tree flashing her display
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| She wore light bulbs, coloured stars and everything
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| Digging me, digging her, blowing me away
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| Glittering star girl, shine on me now
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| Heart was singing, sending certain signals
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| Tripping out on silver screens, howling at the moon
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| She was laughing, hitching up her skirt and dancing
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| High up on her heels and taking glances from the room
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| I was dreaming, parasols and sailboats
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| I was dreaming, parasols and sailboats
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| I was dreaming, parasols and sailboats beaming
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| Buddha’s smile and Christ’s redeeming, everything surreal
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| She was speaking, poetry and weather forecasts
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| Teacup storms and outside broadcasts, turning up the steam
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| Gittering star, my glittering star |