Fly me to the moon, from day break till noon
and maybe stop by mars to pick up some burgers by the afternoon
and chill on jupiter, cruising by its moons
and cruise with the top down, speakers on blast, passing by neptune.
We could go on vacas at pluto, sippin lemonade tea
chill as can be as we be under them palm pluto trees
with the grill fired up, flippin pork chop and calamari
with the steak on low fire...oh...yes, please.
And we can have it all served on a candle lit feast
as we speak of sweet nothings, gibberish all day
and make it back to earth like it trekkin ain't a thang
and stop by blockbuster to rent a movie and to
KFC for a bucket of thighs and wangs. =]
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