Intro :
Born to mult iply, born to gaze into night skies,
All you w ant's one more Saturday .
But look here, until t hen
They're gonna buy your nice time
So keep your wick in the air and your feet in the fetters
To the day.
You come in doing cartwheels
We all go ou t by ourselves
And your shape on the dance floor
Will have me thinking such filth and gauge my eyes.
You'd be da mned to be o ne of us girl
Faced with a dodo's co nundrum
Ah, I felt like I could jus t fly
But n othing'll happen every time I try.