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Intro: Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 . Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 . Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 . I must've died and gone to heaven Cos it was a quarter past eleven Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 . On a Saturday in nineteen-nighty-nine Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 . Right across from where I'm standing on the dance floor she was landing Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 . It was clear that she was from another time Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 . Like some baby Barbarella with the stars as her umbrella Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 . She asked me if I'd like to magnetise Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 . Do I have to go star-trekking? Cos it's you I should be checking Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 . So she lazer beamed me with her cosmic eyes Chorus:
G#m7

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F#m7 She's just a cosmic B7girl

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C#m7 From another G#m7galax

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y F#m7 My heart's at zero B7grav

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ityC#m7 She's from a cosmic G#m7world

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F#m7 Putting me in B7ecst

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asyC#m7 Transmitting on my G#m7frequ

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enF#m7cy She's cosmB7ic

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C#m7
Verse 2: Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 . I'm scanning all my radars cos she said she's from a quasar Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 . Forty thousand million light years away Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 . It's a distant solar system, I tried to phone but they don't list 'em Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 . So I asked her for a number all the same Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 . She said, step in my transporter so I can teleport ya' Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 . All around my heavenly body Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 . This could be a close encounter I should take care not to flounder Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 . Sends me into hyperspace, when I see her pretty face