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I must've died and gone to heaven 'Cos it was a quarter past On a Saturday in 1999 Right across from where I'm standing On the dance floor she was landing It was clear that she was from time Like some baby Barbarella With the stars as her umbrella She asked me if I'd like to magnetise Do I have to go star-trekking 'Cos it's you I should be checking So she laser beamed me with her cosmic
She's just a cosmic girl From another My heart's at zero gravity She's from a cosmic world Putting me in Transmitting on my frequency She's cosmic
I'm scanning all my radars Well she said she's from a quasar Forty million light years away It's a distant solar system I tried to but they don't list 'em So I asked her for a number all the same She said, step in my transporter So I can teleport ya All around my heavenly This could be a close encounter I should take care not to flounder Sends me into hyperspace, when I see her pretty face
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Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face
She's just a cosmic girl From another galaxy Transmitting on my frequency yeah cosmic, oh Can't you be my cosmic ? I need you, I want you to be my cosmic girl For the rest of time