| I’m spinning around like a satellite
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| And I can see the sun for the stars
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| Everyday is as gay as a Saturday night
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| Or a ride on a rocket to Mars
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| My love takes the path of a satellite
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| In an orbit around your heart
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| Your attraction is something I never could fight
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| And it’s starting to pull me apart
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| I’m sailing above the clouds so high
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| Like a rocket on the 4th of July
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| The world looks as small as a polka dot
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| When compared to the love I’ve got
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| I’m spinning around like a satellite
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| But I’ll slow myself down to explain
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| If you promise to kiss me once more I’ll be glad
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| To get down to earth once again
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| I’m sailing above the clouds so high
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| Like a rocket on the 4th of July
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| The world looks as small as a polka dot
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| When compared to the love I’ve got
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| I’ll always behave like a satellite
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| And the reason’s not hard to explain
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| When I try to recover you kiss me and then
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| I start spinning all over, spinning all over, just spinning all over again |