About Me
I must've died and gone to heaven Cos 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 magnetise Do I have to go star-trekking Cos it's you I should be checking So she lazer beamed me with her cosmic eyes