Let my love spin all around you,
Hide your hair inside your hat,
I bought you too many dreams for your birthday baby,
I really can't say it any better than that,
And you can't expect to get no attention
Without causing a capricious stir,
The world as such is depressing me, baby,
But I like being around you much better than her
And we sing of love,
And we sing of love,
It's the intergalactic version,
It's the intergalactic version,
It's the intergalactic version
Of an American love song,
And we always find it funny,
To listen to them getting all the words so wrong
Yeah! (oooh-oooh…)
This is a version so hard to sing,
It's just more baggage for your heart to bring,
Dress it up with whistles and bells, that ring,
But it don't make this song any easier to sing,
We write the same song over and over again,
We write the same song over and over again,
We write the same song over and over again,
We write the same song over and over again
Oooh-oooh…
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