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     I must've died and gone to heaven
       'cause it was quater past eleven
                  on a saturday in 1999.
 Right across from where i'm standing
               it was clear that she was
                      from another time.
             Like some baby Barbarella
         with the stars as her umbrella
    she ask me if i'd like to magnetize.
          Do i have to go star-trekking
   'cause it's you i should be checking.
               So she laser beamed me
                   with her cosmic eyes.
I must've died and gone to heaven 'cause it was quater past eleven on a saturday in 1999. Right across from where i'm standing it was clear that she was from another time. Like some baby Barbarella with the stars as her umbrella she ask me if i'd like to magnetize. Do i have to go star-trekking 'cause it's you i should be checking. So she laser beamed me with her cosmic eyes.
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