(Lyrics: Gold / Music: Gold-Lloyd-Mertens)
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This is the time, now gimme that beat
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Feel how the rhythm grips your feet
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Kitty baby, take my hand
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She's like a devil, heaven sent
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I'm in her arms and she's in mine
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Maybe we make the film on time
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Sitting in the 15th row
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Oh baby, baby, I love you so
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We are the jet set society
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We are the jet set and that means liberty, liberty
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The jet set society
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We are the jet set set, we are the jet set set
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Society
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We're on the run, we know where to go
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We got the tickets for the midnight show
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These nights are burning out so fast
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Hop on the beam, you won't be last
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The Russians seem to be that way
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We love them like we love D. Kaye
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We need no money, we get it for free
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We are the high-high-high society
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We are the jet set, hop on the beam
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Shine on, society, shine on, liberty
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Shine on, luxury, shine on, society
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Streets are full of love and fear
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This could be the final year
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Enrico's dead but still okay
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We dance the streets, feeling well
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If she's a liar, I'm her lover
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If she's a priestess, I'm her cover
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If she's a lady, I'm her man
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If she's a man, I'll do what I can
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Let's go to the moon, let's go to the moon
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Dig that kind of liberty and let's go to the moon..
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Come and join the institution
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The Jet Set
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Alphaville |