| I must've 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 from where I'm standing
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| On the 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'd like to magnetise
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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 lazer 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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| We'll 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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| She's just a cosmic girl
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| From another galaxy
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| Transmitting on my frequency yeah cosmic, oh
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| Can't you be my cosmic woman?
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| I need you, I want you to be my cosmic girl
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| For the rest of time |