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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.