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She was out there, looking like a lighthouse
Lit up like a Christmas tree flashing her display
She wore light bulbs, coloured stars and everything
Digging me, digging her, blowing me away
Glittering star girl, shine on me now
Heart was singing, sending certain signals
Tripping out on silver screens, howling at the moon
She was laughing, hitching up her skirt and dancing
High up on her heels and taking glances from the room
I was dreaming, parasols and sailboats
I was dreaming, parasols and sailboats
I was dreaming, parasols and sailboats beaming
Buddha's smile and Christ's redeeming, everything surreal
She was speaking, poetry and weather forecasts
Teacup storms and outside broadcasts, turning up the steam
Gittering star, my glittering star