Dear Readers,

I must have died and gone to heaven, because it was a quarter past eleven
On a Saturday in 1999. Right across from where I’m standing
On the dance floor she was landing. It was clear that she was from another time
Like some baby Barbarella. With the stars as her umbrella
She asked me if I’d like to magnetise.
Do I have to go star-trekking, because it’s you I should be checking
So she laser beamed me with her cosmic eyes.

She’s just a cosmic girl. From another galaxy.
My heart’s at zero gravity. She’s from a cosmic world.
Putting me in ecstasy. Transmitting on my frequency.
She’s cosmic

I’m scanning all my radars. We’ll she said she’s from a quasar.
Forty thousand million light years away. It’s a distant solar system.
I tried to phone but they don’t list ’em, so I asked her for a number all the same
She said, step in my transporter, so I can teleport you all around my heavenly body.
This could be a close encounter, I should take care not to flounder
Sends me into hyperspace, when I see her pretty face.

Link to Youtube Video of the song Cosmic Girl


*Jewelry: Finesmith – Galactic Silver Aqua
Make up: Eyes – Shakeups & Lips – Deesses