I thought I saw a shooting star
but it was just a satellite.
Crashing down to earth, are you okay,
12 000 greedy miles away?
Space junk up in the stratosphere
I want to touch your hair. Pay your airplane fare
if it brings you back to me.
Live on mushy peas. Brave mad cow disease
if it brings you back to me.
Wooh oooh oooh, wooh ooh oooh
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Chorus
I'll act like I don't care,