Cosmic Girl

Sends me into hyperspace, when I see her pretty face

Arxivat a: Jamiroquai, Música, El piano

I must’ve died and gone to heaven
‘cause it was a quarter past eleven
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 another time.
Like some baby Barbarella,
with the stars as her umbrella,
she asked 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.

She’s just a cosmic girl
from another galaxy.
My heart’s at zero gravity.
She’s from a cosmic world
putting me in ecstasy,
transmitting on my frequency.
She’s cosmic.

I’m scanning all my radars,
well she said she’s from a quasar
forty thousand million light years away.
It’s a distant solar system,
I tried to phone 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 body”.
This could be a close encounter,
I should take care not to flounder.
Sends me into hyperspace, when I see her pretty face.

She’s just a cosmic girl
from another galaxy.
My heart’s at zero gravity.
She’s from a cosmic world
putting me in ecstasy,
transmitting on my frequency.
She’s cosmic.

Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face.
Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face.
Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face.
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 woman?
I need you, I want you to be my cosmic girl
for the rest of time.

Oh, I’m losing my mind
on that cosmic girl.
 

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