If you see something that looks like a star and it's shooting up out of the ground,
And your head is spinning from a loud guitar,
And you just can't escape from the sound,
Don't worry too much, it'll happen to you:
We were children once, playing with toys. . .
And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound of the low spark of high-heeled boys. . .
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