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 Barbarellaw

with the stars as her umbrella
she asked me if I'd like to magnetise
Do I have to go star-trekkin
cos it's you I should be checkin
so she lazer beamed me with her cosmic eyes