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